I had no willpower, Dave was still quiet, and my arousal had reached frightening heights. I’d refrained from masturbating for fear of imagining sucking on Derek’s cock. I’d not gone out to the front garden and had kept well away from my bedroom window. But my intrigue and arousal were powerful, and I was losing the battle. Finally I switched on the computer and read the email from Brian. My lovely Sarah, I’ve not seen you around lately, not had the pleasure of gazing at your beautiful body. Have you been fingering your sweet cunt? Have you been frigging your clitty and enjoying multiple orgasms? You said that you wanted me to reveal my identity. Can’t you guess? Brian. My hands trembling, I grabbed the mouse but couldn’t bring myself to delete the email. I’d vowed to stop the game, I reflected. I should delete the email and get on with my life but . . . My panties wetting with my sex milk, my clitoris calling urgently for my intimate caress, I realised just how weak I was in my arousal.
