Hebrought his hand between her legs and her resistance melted as soon ashis fingers began to play with her. She wriggled and gasped, and then hestoppe..., leaving her unsatisfied. "I will now dictate..." he reiterated."Please don't stop!" "Will you write?" his finger brushed her sex with the slightest ofcaresses."Your word is my command," she said as she wiggled in pleasure."Please!" Master," he prompted, slapping her thighs apart."Master," Ashir cried. And so it went. She fought against her. If I was to guess I would say that I stroked him for a total of 10 quick strokes. I looked at him and he just stared back at me, like he was trying to make sense of what just happened. I gazed down at his hands and he just removed them: -s.. sorry. Dont be. I wanted you to touch them. My idea to finish the whole thing quickly actually worked better than I thought. I just cleaned my hand on the towel that was wrapped around my waist and use one side of I to clean up his now softening little. Thankfully I had just theright project on a backburner. "Tales of heirloom gems" had been a sideproject slowly inching towards sixty percent. While I was still busyhitting F5 on my first story I rushed to complete the first five tales.To this day I am a little amazed that I managed to publish them a weeklater.At that time I thought that rushing things might hurt my writing, soanother rethinking of my strategy was in order. For one I wanted tostay with short stories, but I still wanted to. Stop it, Robert!"Sarah," I said watching her putting on earrings, "You're the only person alive that still calls me 'Robby.' Could I ask ... that you call me Robert at least tonight? I'm living vicariously through my memory of Dad, and he always called me Robert." All right ... Robert," she replied with a giggle.Man! All she did was call me by my Christian name and my dick practically jumped out of my pants. I hoped she didn't notice.'Get a hold of yourself be a gentleman.' Both Mom and Dad.