Ashley looked at the silk tie with a small frown of dismay. He had wrapped the cloth around his hand, and the orgasm had come so quickly and so hard, that he didn’t have the chance to pull the tie away. Now the silk was probably ruined, but given the fact that his muscles were still trembling, his breath was still coming in sharp gasps, and his heart was still hammering, he thought the price of a silk tie was worth it.
He tossed it aside and stretched on the bed. The fantasies were becoming more intricate, the orgasms more intense. They all seemed so real. He supposed one way to get over this little obsession was to remind himself that he had no idea what Jenny would want, what Jenny would do. He was creating this elaborate image of her in his mind, and it was fun, but what if he was just
