more proof of depravity

[sirphoton]

So this lovely woman visits us and we have dinner and some wonderful conversations. But as the evening slips away I want to play with her. I do have plans, thought out and revised. And the thing that most comes to mind is what drove me over the top. As I attended to my baser needs, as my code requires, it felt good, great in fact, but things were not quite right to bring about the crescendo. That is until she began to ever so quietly start saying, "It hurts" repeatedly. Her forced enduring of my administrations along with her pleas did the trick.
Deep thoughts by Alan