But there are so many, many other ways I need to whorify you, Pet,? my hand skimmed over his bare thigh. ?I want you to whorify me; I’m begging you...to do it. Please make me a better slut for you,? Pet pleaded.Ahh, there is nearly nothing that drives the fundamental core of my energy like the delicious way my Pet begs me to, well, to do anything to him. There is nothing desperate or shameful about begging, not with Pet, as far as I’m concerned. Rather, it is more of a signal, a way Pet. And Lon's a bad guy for inexplicably wanting to date your girlfriend, and all's right with the world. Well fuck that..." Rick's look dared her to take issue with his analysis."If you're so fucking smart, why aren't you rich?" Teela demanded."Maybe I am..." This time, her hands didn't help her. She ducked his lips, but exposed her neck. Ultimately, she had to kiss him again...After a vague time, they surfaced. "Damn you, you're not rich..."He shrugged, his shoulders moving under her hands.. I was happy he was so…mature, but I wanted to touch him, taste him. We wont, I promise, I whispered, sliding my hands down his chest, softly scratching him. He shivered, and I unbuttoned his pants, sliding them down. He half-heartedly tried to block me, but he obviously wanted to see what Id do. I slowly began to wank him off, gripping his hardening manhood softly and moving my hand. He moaned softly, and I smiled, giggling. I kept stroking, moving my lips to the tip to kiss it, then suck it. I. Betty took the time to drink more, stopping not long after, as she felt about to burst. She’d been beginning to slur her words closer to the end of their conversation, swaying slightly, as if her center of balance was constantly in motion. She moved over, closer to her companion, so that he could see her.“So, tell me, great Companion, do you have a woman you fancy?” she was teasing while lightly circling a finger around the center of his chest, stroking the leather.“A woman I fancy?” the male.