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response.  I love it when your cock does that.  Just thinking about it makes me wet.
    “Spread your legs,” I’ll command.
    Gently, I’ll cup your balls and let one finger press just behind them to increase your pleasure.  I’ll suck on your hard but silky cock until you’re trembling and ready to come.  Then I’ll get on the bed and lay on my back.
    “I want your cock inside me now,” I’ll command.
    I want you to kneel between my legs and tell me what you see as you slowly push inside me.  Slide into me slow and easy and flick my clit until I’m writhing with desire.
    “Please,” I’ll gasp.
    “Please what?” you’ll tease.
    “Fuck me hard.” 
    Lower yourself and gather me tight in your arms.  Let me feel your power as you drive inside me.  Bite me on the neck and suck hard until I cry out my pleasure as I come, milking your cock as it throbs inside me with your own release.
    No dildo can match that!
    Love Sherry.
     
    On Friday, I arrived home after lunch, looking forward to the pampering session I always gave myself before Tom came home.  I juggled some bags of shopping while I inserted the key in the lock.  The key bounced back.  Frowning, I focused on the keyhole to make sure I was more accurate this time.  The key wouldn’t even go in the opening.
    A closer inspection revealed a thin, clear film.  I tried to pick at it.  It was rock solid. 
    What on earth?
    Using the key, I tried to chip away at the filmy layer .  I managed to get the film over the lock to flake off.  Unfortunately, more was jamming up the lock itself.  It looked like glue.
    I looked around the street.  No one was in view.
    I walked around the back only to find the same problem.  Some asshole had glued my locks and shut me out of my house.
    I pulled out my mobile phone and dialled the office.  “Hi Trish.  You wouldn’t believe what’s happened.”  I described my problem.  “Could you please look up the phone book and get a locksmith to change the locks?”
    “I’ll call you back as soon as I’ve organised something,” Trish said.
    I hung up and waited.  Five minutes later, Trish called back.
    “I’ve got someone organised for three thirty.”
    I looked at my watch.  It was just after two.  “I’ll come down to the office and wait.”
    The office was less than a five minute drive away at the Hackett shops so I’d easily be able to make it back for the locksmith.
    “I’ll make you a nice cup of tea,” Trish offered.
    “Thanks .  Y ou’re such a darling.”  I hung up and dragged the shopping back to the car.  I would put the cold stuff in the office fridge.  I had some nice smoked salmon for dinner tonight along with vanilla bean ice cream to go with diced oranges and strawberries in an orange cup.  It was one of my favourite desserts that looked good, tasted good and only took a few minutes to prepare.
    True to her word, Trish had a nice cup of tea ready for me when I walked in the door.  One of our relaxation candles was burning and I felt myself unwind a s soon as I inhaled the scents of sandalwood with citrus overtones of bergamot and mandarin.   I loved coming to the office.  It was such a supportive and friendly atmosphere.  With my two best friends working there it was like a second home.
    “Have you called the cops?” Trish asked.
    I paused.  I hadn’t really thought about the police.  “I suppose it is vandalism,” I said slowly.  “It just seems so minor compared to other things they have to deal with.  I’ll keep the locks and if anyone else has had any problems I’ll give them a call, otherwise I won’t worry.  I won’t be claiming it on insurance because my threshold is fairly high to reduce my premium so I don’t need an official record.”
    “Hackett is such a good neighbourhood,” Trish said in bemusement.  “I hope we’re not going to see a rash of vandalism.”
    “So d o I.  I don’t even understand why people do it .”
    Megan came out