Then there was Randy and she remembered the first time he had come into her life. He had treated her like a lady, he didn't seem to lust after her, he was sensitive and very intense.

They had spent many long afternoons talking, drinking tea. Then one afternoon she invited him to her own house. Her servant brought them wine and she became higher than she ever usually allowed herself to become.

They began kissing and the heated presence of a man against her body after nine months alone, had fired her passions to an explosive level. She was aware too of his throbbing excitement… of the huge bulge in his tight pants. The cloth of his crotch seemed to give off waves in torrid temptation to continue, and there was a tantalizing wet spot where his hardened penis was pressing its blunt tip against the cloth. The salacious sight seemed to fire her even more, making her breasts ache and her nipples become jeweled rubies rubbing against her own dress.

Then suddenly there was a light tap upon the door, it was Tang her servant inquiring if she required mere wine. So she quickly dismissed him for the evening and returned to Randy. Then they were alone again, rubbing thigh against thigh, his hard cock burning into the heated mound between her legs. Randy was kissing her and his feverish hands were unzipping the back of her dress and she… Oh God! How she swore after Brad she'd never trust a man again, but… Oh! Ohhhhh…! She was arching her back to allow him to…

The memory was having a strong effect on Suzie. She lay there on her bed, her white robe falling open slightly to reveal her suntanned body and her hardened nipples. To her profound anguish, she now felt her soft, curl-rimmed cunt lips beginning to throb, excitedly pulsing the same way it had those many years back. Shivers of unwanted sensations traveled up her spine and through her flesh, and she moaned in shameful prurience, continuing her reverie…