He was still lost for words, but Gill then teasingly said, "We were discussing your wanking fantasies." Yes, we were, weren't we," he managed to say."...hall we continue discussing them in my room? It is room 610, shall we say in twenty minutes?" said Gill, but she was on the move before Ben stammered his, "Yes, yes, yes," answer.A bit later, in fact almost twenty minutes later, Ben saw Gill still in conversation on the dance floor, but he was pleased to see her wind that particular conversation. She told me that her girlfriends were too oldto be playing with Barbie dolls but she still played with them from timeto time and asked if I wanted to play. Taking my cues from her I said yes and we played for about an hour. Itsure was fun changing her (Barbie's) clothes and pretending we were on adate with our boyfriends, I learned a lot about being a young girl fromher.Marcia and I went to the beach the next day and she introduced me tosome of her girlfriends. I passed with flying colors. We. Her dirty blonde hair flowing down and resting over her nicely sized breasts. The dimples in her back just above her tightly shaped ass. I had to stop thinking about her. I was almost to her house and I was pitching a major tent. I pulled into her driveway as my erection faded away. “Thank goodness” I thought to myself. As I got out of my Jeep and walked up to her house the front door opened and she stepped out onto the porch. I was floored. She was wearing the tightest pair of denim short. This time, though, rather than lowering my eyes, I maintained eye contact with him. I wanted him to know this was me, not an act to please him; it was what was immediately coming from my being and my heart, much more than my brain.“Use your slut as you wish, Master.” I felt everyone look at me, I felt their heads snap to me and then to Tim. Yes, I heard it come out, too. I said ‘Master’. Not playfully, but heartfelt. It came without consideration, manipulation, or contrivance. He looked.