I feared that I'd wake up any minute; this has to be a dream.I sat on the bed next to Ashley, with my heart pounding. I was sure she could hear it try...ng to beat right out of my chest. I placed my hand behind her head, and I leaned into the most amazing kiss of my life. Her lips were so soft, and she smelled so good. Our lips met, and I got light-headed. I felt the tip of her tongue seeking entrance... I parted my lips, and our tongues caressed each other.My hands found themselves stroking. She continued to call me "Gift". I tried to make her understand. I was not succumbing to the taunts of others, or to their pre-conceived judgments, I was merely taking control of, and honoring my most distinguishing feature, by naming myself, Hairy.Being the only "Halfling kin" at the temple, (as well as being the hairiest), the other trainees never ceased to tease me. They also, (at first), always tried to get me as their "sparring" partner, relishing the size and weight advantage they would. "It feels so good. I love your big, thick cock, fuck me!" It was all Don could do to remain on top of her as she bucked and kicked as the passion waves surged through her body. Then it was Don's turn. He fucked Terri as fast as he could with deep short jabs, until finally the knot in his dick loosened and his jism spurted into her pussy. As the hot load splashed against her womb, her hips shot up to meet the burning fluid as it coated her depths. the trio rested now and Mike watched. "No, that wasn't you, Emma. You imagined you were the helpless slavegirl in her steel collar, her dancing silks, beautiful but chained,abducted from Earth to be trained under the threat of the whip and soldin the slave pens of Gor. Always longing to be free, but always theslave at the mercy of free men and women. You identified with the slavegirls. That was your fantasy." Yes..." I squirmed a little on my bar stool for I was never comfortableadmitting to or talking about my fantasies."Lift your.