“Oh, come on, Mother. I am proud of my body, and mine is practically a duplicate of yours. Those clothes will fit well enough until you can purchase...your own.”“I have just realized that I cannot purchase anything. I have always had to have approval from your father, and even then, the servants held the credit cards and checkbook, and paid for everything. My husband would never trust me with money without supervision – supervision that required me to spend within very strict limits.”“Well, I. In moments like these I’m living my ultimate fantasy. I love my wife more than anything in the world and she loves me. But when were in this situation we don’t see ourselves as a married couple. I see an adventurous woman who is pushing her sexual boundaries as high as possible. Call me all the names you want that don’t represent societies idea of a man and husband, but I’m living my sexual dreams and fantasies. Yes I question myself at times, but only because society says what we’re doing is. Lots of guys take a gurley for a spin -- they're curious what the sex is like. We'd never let them do that in the early days, but now there are so many gurleys needing homes we're desperate. The guys have their fuck and bid her good riddance. The poor little gurley cries and cries -- she's fundamentally monogamous and once she gives herself to a man she bonds with him. But she pulls herself together and offers herself to another guy. (By the way, do you think gurleys are built so they can get. If he went along with it and encouraged the boy’s fantasy, it would be over that much sooner. Michael raised his voice higher, trying to sound feminine. “Please let me lick your cock, Kevin. I love it! Oh, yes! I love your cock, Kevin. And… and I need it! Yes! I need your pretty cock! Kevin, please let me lick your big, fat cock again. ... I want it Kevin, Please let me have it?” he begged. As he spoke the words, Michael realized he did want this boy’s cock. His own little cock was rock hard.