” he said simply.“You love me?” she asked, sounding quite touched by emotions.“Not exactly.” he told her, beginning to awaken. “I'm IN LOV... with you.” He opened his eyes and couldn't believe what he saw. “Cassie?”“Oh, you're awake?” she asked. She giggled at the distressed look on his face.“Cassie, what are you DOING here?” he whispered frantically. He suddenly realized his exposure and used both hands to cover himself up, since his sheet was all the way down at his feet somehow. “Get out; I'm. She slipped her thumbs into the waistband of her panties, sliding them slowly down, before lifting a long leg and stepping out of them. bending down, she picked up the panties, scrunching them up as she moved towards me. her pubic patch visible, no hair existed on her pussy. "open" she commanded, which i did somewhat willingly. she plunged the panties into my mouth."that'll keep you quiet for a bit" she purred, leaning in to nibble my earlobe. "now to really work you" she commented as her hand. That week alone I think it was five out of five women I slept with who had had nose jobs, breast enlargement, or both.’ ‘Can you tell me a bit about the nature of these sexual experiences?’ ‘Sure,’ he said, and then paused to think. ‘First of all, each one of them showed up with their proof of a clean slate regarding STDs. And each of them showed up with the clear understanding that it was their job to turn me on and make me come inside them. ‘Each of them was totally open to pleasing me in. She looked stunning in a long dress of the darkest blue velvet which did not itself cover her breasts. Her bosom was covered by almost sheer white silk and the darkness of her nipples was readily visible. She sat with me and accepted wine. She seemed to have a certain excitement about her but kept her composure and entered into conversation with me, enquiring as to my age and health and commenting upon my clothing and appearance. I engaged in conversation with her as Mistress Pickles and.