Whenever you talk, touch you mouth. Whenever you meet a man, look downfirst, smile, look up without lifting your head, smile again, touch your mouthan... say hello.All the time, Ihad to repeat the things she was teaching me to say. Homikini-San explainedthat Japanese was a very old language. It had three levels - the honorific forspeaking to Buddhist priests and the Royal family, formal for speaking to one'sbetters and the vulgar, the language of business. I would learn the vulgar. Itcontained. Her hips began to move to match the motion of my fingers. She was justmaking vague sounds now, rather than speaking words."I said, do you want me to stop?" Stop -- stop -- ohh! -- no, don't stop -- don't stop!"I plunged my fingers into her, caressing the tissues of her female core.Then I pulled them out. Her hips rose as if trying to keep me inside. Ifelt her muscles contract as well. I pushed my fingers back in, then out,falling into a steady rhythm. Her hips rose and fell to match them.. He looked surprised as he agreed. I went on, Havent you ever had anyone swallow? As he shook his head I continued, Well youre about to! Have you ever had anyone deep throat you? Again he shook his head, and again I said, Youre about to! We continued to the hotel, holding hands and kissing at every red light. Once in the room, we both lost all control. Stripping as we made our way to the bed. Our hunger controlled us, drove us frantically forward. Wasting no time, I wrapped my lips around the. You ... you’re the Alpha Female of this Pack, right? Damon being the Alpha Male, that is,” I recognized the name.“Yes, I am, but there’s no to call me ‘ma’am,’ mon cherie. Danielle is good enough. Or babe. Or sweetie. Or honey. Or dear. As in, ‘yes, dear,’ when I give you an order. That’s about the only context where such words will really be necessary. I’m the boss of you, yes, of everyone except Damon, but trust me, it’s not my style to rub that in constantly.“No one else can tell you what to.