There her fingers grab at the bulge confined in his pants, trying to wrap themselves around it. One foot falls to the floor to provide better leverage...for her to press her crotch up against his hip. Michael’s hand returns to her breast. As it covers her flesh her back arches again, her body wanting the contact more pronounced.Soon, the man’s lips are crushing down on hers. Their bodies simmer hotter and hotter. She claws at his pants as she kisses him deeply, raising her tongue to swirl over. We were the only two sitting in the front row of the smelly dark theater. The screen showed a redhead mauling her large drooping tits. Her mouth gaping as the male actor stroked his long cock at her face. He rubbed the large, very red bulbous head over her lips and cheek."Shit, he is so hot." The guy unzipped and pried out a long hardon."What the hell?" I whispered, amazed that the guy had his dick out, jerking off in a public theater.The actor squirted a big stream of come straight into the. I know they say that fear of the unknown is a powerful motivator. I would have taken that fear any day over the certain terror I knew I was going to experience on that road. Sharp corners, no fences, sheer drop-offs into the black waters 50 feet below. It was the stuff of nightmares and I had just volunteered to do it at top speed.Nicole drove like a woman possessed. She thought I was ill or needed to be at the clinic. I only hoped I wouldn't need to be in one by the time the ride was over. I. That was his infatuation, not me. In all honesty, he never said he loved me. Why did I think he did? Because I loved being his Asian doll.He did change me. With the putty of my poor background, low self-esteem; my naivety, he re-constructed me into his fantasy. The clothes, jewelry, makeup, Porsche, trips to San Francisco; his Stanford internship, knowledge of anatomy, sex games, charm, intelligence, attention, swayed me because I wanted to be what he created, even if I was only his sex doll. I.