That afternoon we rolled in the straw of Thunders loose box, and she strung me up in there using the same crop on me that we had watched on the rack, ... must say it was stimulating! She finished the afternoon dripping hot wax on me but in reality, pain on the receiving end is not my favourite and it`s not high on my “too do again list” Summer though revelled in the game, as soon as she had seen it done by Trish on the films, she wanted desperately to try whatever it was. The Friday morning had. "There, wasn't that better than a wet dream? There's no need to be lonely. I can always help you." I burst into tears, thinking of my loneliness since Mum and Dad were killed. These crying jags had been frequent since Chile, but I had tried to hide them until then.That was how it began; I have never had a wet dream since. For the rest of that week Joe and I slept together, and Joe jacked me off every night. When I tried to return the favour he pushed my hand away. Almost every night I cried. ‘I had to park a long way down the street. Um… Would you like me to carry you again?’ He asked moving his eyebrows up and down. He loved feeling her in his arms, it made him feel like her protector, her night in shining armor. Leona smiled at Dave. ‘I think I’d like that a lot,’ she whispered and stood up in his arms. ‘You don’t have your jacket tonight,’ she added giving him a teasing frown. ‘Everyone will be able to see my butt and you told me no one could see it except you,’ she teased him.. We didn't even discuss it. It just happened. Nor as the days passed did we talk about what we were doing. Or why we were doing it. Or that it was wrong. We didn't talk about my father. Or my sister. We didn't talk about the future. We just lived day to day.We made love. Yes love. We were no longer the animals of the first few nights as we settled into our lovemaking. Oh we still fucked. But we interspersed soft touches, gentle caresses with the urgent mauling. It got better. If that was.