"Then can you give me the name of who it belongs to?" Are names important?"Willow sputtered momentarily. "Of course.”"Okay. Want to tell me yours?" ...o," she scoffed, "not really." Then they're not important," he said. "If I knew your name, would I be able to recognize you on the street? Is it necessary to know our names to have a pleasant conversation?"Willow shifted her jaw. The man seemed so calm, yet his confidence and guile slammed her within her chest. "I think we might have different. What did you think of him?"The slave rolled her eyes. "He was the strangest one of all. I mean, he didn't touch me once. He whipped me with a riding crop then watched me beat off. He timed me to see how fast I could make myself come. I mean how freaky is that?" Did he ask you any questions?" Oh yeah; dozens of them. He wanted to know all about my health, and my family's health, and how many sexual partners I'd had. When did I have my last period? What's my favorite sexual position? He spent. I can’t quite explain what is so outstanding about her lips, but that they seem to be shy; they seem to be held back, as if she needs something to let them free. Now that I am out of the service and living at my father's house, I see a lot of Virginia . Since we have a considerable age difference, and I lived with my mother for most of my life, we really don’t see each other as siblings. Our relationship would be more like one you would find between friendly cousins. Since. "Don't cry," Marv said pulling her against his body and gently running his hand up and down her back. Gradually Anna became aware that the commander's interest in her welfare might go beyond official boundaries."Please!" Anna said, pushing herself away from the older man and sitting back down on the couch. Thoughts of her unfaithful husband were beginning to get mixed with the feelings of sexual excitement that were radiating from her cunt. Marv Golden was turning her on."I'm sorry," he said.