He needed to hurt her with pleasure, just like she did to him. She let him be in control sexually because in life he was such a goofball. Her sheer fo...ce of will brought him to her and he was grateful. In the past, with Sam, he had slept with women for all the wrong reasons and walked away completely let down and unsatisfied. He suddenly realized he didn't deserve this woman laying naked and covered in cream beneath him. Spencer leaned down and kissed her lips."You taste sweet," she murmured. "We have droids, and lots of time on our hands." He looked at Daium. "We'll need supplies, though. You haven't picked our next destination yet, right?" She shook her head, relief at not being berated for her actions (or inaction) clear on her face. "Good. Find a planet that's safe, close, and has plants, lumber and supplies we can buy. I assume you'll want your kids to grow up in a wooden room, with a garden outside."Rinda gave a snort of disgust."What is it with Orang and trees..."Trust was. My courage and strength enough only for fantasy where I imagined myself with men fondling herself where the boy was not supposed to. Then I began to secretly "borrow" from my mother's wardrobe lingerie, dress him and take a picture yourself. Emboldened little more, I started a page on your mail. ru, placing on the page "My World" pictures with erotic content, the similarity of those that you can see there now. Thus began the stage of my virtual communication with men who were literally. Steve then asked “What would he think about you hanging out with 2 male teachers alone?” The booze clouded my judgment and my filter. I stupidly replied “He might like it because of his BBC fetish!” Did I really just say that out loud. I was mortified. I apologized immediately for my racist comment. They both laughed and said not to worry. Tim of course raised an eyebrow and asked “What’s his fetish about?” I once again had no filter and told him about the big black vibrators he had bought to.