Any of those honorifics.” Silmaria’s brows furrowed in thought, and she carefully said, “But you are my Lord. And my Master. Why should I not ca...l you those things?” “Because I’m not a Lord anymore. I’m a fugitive. And you’re not my servant anymore,” he said, thinking it obvious. “You’re my partner. My lover. My love.” “Yes,” Silmaria agreed, her eyes never leaving his. She raised her hand to cup his cheek tenderly. “And you are my partner, and my lover, and my love. And you are also still a. At first I would try to back away and not let Lisa feel it, but one day she was driving, I got hard from feeling her tits bouncing and I noticed she was pushing her butt into my crotch. She was purposly hitting bumps and we were basically dry humping. We hit a big bump and my hand bounced up to her tit. She didn't say anything so the next bump I grabbed her again but left my hand on her firm tit. Within about a minute, between grabbing her and her bouncing on my hard dick, I came in my pants.. Max had some kind of dealings with them and she was certain it was not legal. He wasn't making all of has money on that store. It would have taken ten of them to support the way he lived. At any rate, this was none of her business. Her business was to get those pictures back tonight.The taxi let her off in front of the now familiar house and Ann climbed the steps dejectedly for what seemed like the millionth time. She rang the bell and waited for Sidney's familiar face to answer. No one came.. Lisa reminded me of some girls we had fun with last summer.Brenda and I were counselors at a girl’s camp in themountains. One night we wound up looking after six twelve-year-olds while the rest of the kids went on an overnightcampout. It started raining so the eight of us were stuck inone of the cabins. The girls were all restless and horny,and the conversation quickly turned to sex. One of them hadsmuggled in a copy of Penthouse and started reading theletters out loud. One story was.