For a few months after his discharge, Giles’s prognosis held true, as Tommy often had memory lapses. That was one reason the Frickes wrote his dutie... out for him each morning.Tommy’s brain however, did not sit idly by while all this was going on. Instead, it created new memory pathways and established easily accessible nexuses to store incoming data. His brain could not repair itself, but it could adapt to make up for what had been destroyed. Because it was playing catch up for areas of the. Feeling a man move inside me is nothing short of delicious, being brought to the point of orgasm, is just plain indescribable.Every nerve and fibre in my being is focused, from my nipples to my clitoris, sending mixed and confusing signals, my body a mess, my cervix dipping and sucking involuntarily, both my eggs awaiting in my fallopian tubes for the final creative penetration to wriggle inside and close off forever any other attempt.I groan deeply, as if from my very soul, my body finds a. Which I see she has been obviously been used for. And what is this "Mistress" crap, Imre? It's a fucking slave! It's not like it's a real woman." György!" Imre hissed. "Control yourself. This is His Excellency's personal representative. I told you we wouldn't be dealing directly with him." Turning back to Nesho he cleared his throat and said, "I'm terribly sorry, Mistress Nesho. My colleague isn't aware of the situation and is a bit, well, provincial in his attitude toward, ah, servants. Please. .. For some reason their girlfriends looked at me as if I was fucking their boyfriends... Seriously? Jealous bitches... Even after they would explain how we knew each other, they still didn't buy it. It was the same way for the guys I had classes with. I could spark conversation with a dude easier than with a girl cause I knew a guy would not be reading me to filth because of how I was dressed. (I never dressed for any person at school, I dressed to go to classes and go home)The guys in my.