I nodded and walked out to the stage door.I heard the MC yell out, "And now, Miss Rachel Baker."I was surprised to see that she was wearing a rather b...uffant dressherself, something more similar to the gown I wore at the Costume Ball. It was mostly white, with a large skirt supported by netting. Shelooked stunning in it.She finished her walkabout, and the MC then called my name. "MissJasmine Fontaine!"I again put on my pageant smile and walked into the spotlight. Applausestarted up, this. . can you go from wetting adiaper and squirting in panties and being my little girl with a littlelocked up clitty and then all of a sudden be my man and sexually pleaseme like such? and why would you even want to, I don't want you to feellike you need to try, I love you as you."Her words had me racing with a million thoughts and revelations and I wasunsure of how to feel. After a few moments of trembling and thought, Iasked her meekly, "Does that mean we will never make love?"She responded. It’s there… Love. Hand in hand we go to the baggage carousel, looking at each other most of the way (bumping into a few hapless passengers). Both of us starting sentences at the same time, so much to say, so much to do. Anticipation building, but not nervous, we have known each other for a lifetime. Driving to the hotel, she rested her hand on my thigh. After not really touching for four months we had to be touching now, each thinking… soon, but not uttering a word about it. The trip was. He was one of the photo crew for the producer who employed her the most often and he’d asked her to dinner one especially nice day after an oceanside picture shoot. He’d treated her like a person and hadn’t expected to fuck in exchange for the meal. Her pussy was sore anyway. She didn’t have a boyfriend at the time so the male models’ oversized dicks were the only and rather intermittent exercise it got.He asked her for a regular date and she did invite him “in” at the end. It felt so good to.