Gasping from my eager and enthusiastic attentions, Sandra reached to the drawer of the bedside table and produced a long blue plastic vibrator. She rushed ahead, demanding ‘Who has been saying things?’, and then revealingly adding: ‘What has she been telling you?’
Well, well, I thought; on target – a bull’s eye, or rather a dyke’s eye! xxx I felt excited and even a bit aroused, with a sensation of warmth in my lower stomach and the start of wetness between my legs. She had dark hair kept fairly short in a neat cut that shaped her face, which would be attractive if she smiled instead of looking so stern and sharp all of the time.
