”“Your guy should make you wet. Even I know that,” I said. I shifted my head a little against her breast and felt her nipple against my cheek. I...stroked my hand up and down her back. “I can’t tell you how good it feels to have some mobility back in my arms,” I said. “You’ve been so good to me since I woke up and I couldn’t even hug you.”“That feels nice.” We lay there like that quietly for a few minutes. I kneaded her shoulders when my hand got that high on her back. Her little shifts and my. It was basically a cross between "Make a Wish" and the old TV Show "Fantasy Island". People would come in and we would video tape them explaining their fantasies, give them a price that included a handsome profit and, once it was agreed upon, we would give them not only their fantasy, but a professionally edited video (or series of if necessary) of them living their fantasy with their voice over or picture in picture describing their fantasy as they are living it.Typically our customer is a. Their helmets and breastplates, gaily decorated with painted designs and bright feathers, gleamed with brass and silver in the sun. Metalbossed bronze or leather shields and sharp spears gave them a warlike look, as did the short doubleedged stabbing swords slung at their belts. The men were darkskinned, as though fervent sunlight had been at work on already swarthy complexions. Their hair was straight, black or dark brown where it could be seen beneath their helmets, and most of them had short. - Don't say that, you know also this is wrong and that it should never happen again. I said that I know that everyone would say this is wrong but that I can't say that because it feels so right. - Don't tell me it wasn't nice for you, I am sure, I saw you enjoy. - I did but…I interrupted her.- No but, it can't be wrong if it feels so good. But ok, I understand that you don't want this to happened again, I will not force you to something you don't want. Can I at least enjoy a little more in you.