I’ve known him since he was 4 and he thinks I’m like a sister. He’s an only child and he’s a bit touched.’ Leanna tapped her temple with her...finger. ‘He talks a bit funny, but please don’t tease him. He got enough of that in school. He feels safe here and he works hard.’ ‘I promise to treat him well. Doesn’t anyone worry about you being alone out here with a boy like that? I mean, even boys who are slow of thought still have thoughts….’ ‘Oh, no. When you meet him you’ll understand. The Doc said. Oh god, this felt so good I thought. Suddenly she stopped and looked up. “Did you like that?” she said softly still licking the moisture from her lips. “Oh, that felt real good,” I answered. “Would you like to touch me now?” she quietly asked & gently pulled me forward.I got down between her legs and put my hands behind her knees and pushed her legs back and apart. From this vantage I had a wonderful view, with the prominent clit peeking out of the fold at the top of her cunt, and the moist. " Humility Begets Respect The deep intimacy and connection that genuine Dominance/ submission creates verges on magic. There is a moment during the most amazing scenes when the rest of the world melts away, leaving a universe of two, the domme and the sub. In a universe of two, the domme is divine, for that brief moment and in that time-warped space. To accept this, she must be humble. She must know that she is but a mortal woman at all other times. Such humility has the amazing effect of. ‘Mum, dad, meet Georges, my roommate at the college.’ ‘Welcome to our home Georges,’ mum said and was flattered when he took her hand and kissed it in the Gaelic fashion and thanked her for the welcome in French. I’d already told him that she was a French teacher at her school as well as being French herself, and I saw that it went down rather well and that drew her closer to my side in the argument about me moving into a flat with him. He shook dad’s hand and thanked him in English before I.