„Or maybe you'd prefer...Misty?“„Sometimes I have a little time between work orders.“ the red-faced girl stammers. „I practice my word proce...sing. I didn't mean any harm, really. I just make up stuff.“„Just what is it you're writing?“„It's a – I guess it's a sort of romance novel.“Marion proceeds to read: „`...Misty sobbed uncontrollably as the whip lashed against her upthrust bottom again and again. Yet, somehow, the more the Count punished her quivering flesh, the more she wanted him. Her. After she ate, I'd put her in her playpen while I cleaned the house andgot dinner ready. When Jason got home from work he'd hold me tight,kiss me and tell me how beautiful I was and how lucky he was to havesuch a beautiful wife and daughter. I was madly in love with Jason, hewas madly in love with me, and we were both madly in love with ourbeautiful little girl.Sure, they were the typical dreams of a young girl but I'd been a girllong enough to have and enjoy dreams like that. I dreamed of. She gazed into my eyes. If either of us made a move, I could have her at that moment. But we both knew we were there for more than that. It was time. I placed the table to the side for our wine and arranged the seats so that we were knee to knee. ‘It’s time to find out a bit about ourselves. Do you want to go first, or me?’ ‘I will, she said. Ladies first, you know.’ She had no notes, but she didn’t seem to be at any loss. ‘What do you think is the best way to keep a relationship alive, after. She rotated it in her mouth so that it hit the walls of her mouth at different angles and activated pressure points on my cock that I’d never known to activate in all of my fifty years. 3. She placed her tongue on the head of my cock and wiggled it until it drove me crazy. 4. She ran her tongue along the shaft in varying strokes, so that she tickled my glans and then my frenulum with the tip of her tongue, until I thought that either orgasm or death were impending. 5. She mouthed my balls, one.