"You slaggy cunt."I giggled back as we both began the giggle like little school girls.The waitress returned yet again with Faye's salad and placed it ...own infront of her.I sat there and talked with Faye as she ate her salad and I sipped onmy beer. We talked about summer plans. Faye mentioned she would betraveling to Costa Rica. She always traveled. Something that was thanksin large part to her wealthy family.The waitress came back and took away Faye's empty plate and left us thecheck. Faye. .see how that keeps me hard?...Now with one hand, stroke my cock....good...very good...okay, now put one finger in your mouth and lick it up good. I want you to run your finger into my ass...I want you to find my prostate gland...easy, easy!...good...good...ooo...a little more...ooooh, do you feel that?" "Wow, I can't believe how hard your cock got." She started to stroke me briskly. "No. Stop. Take your finger out....oooh, that feels great....oooh." I rolled over and told her to prop herself. Dunlop," the young girl who had registered me last week informed me. "We've assigned you to another therapist. She'll be along shortly. Please have a seat." Well, not off to a great start," I thought. "However, at least someone is here to help me."I was looking out the window at the nice weather I was missing when I was approached by someone from behind. I couldn't easily turn around in my seat, so I waited for the person to come around in front of me. Instead, I felt two soft, warm hands on my. That was an old tradition from Sumer, resurrected in New Eden by Alana – except that in Sumer, the royalty had used their beloved, personal slaves as sacrificial offerings to fertilize their fields, not their own blood.Another lusty sigh from the delightful blonde undulating her shoulder blades against his chest (and her rounded hips against his tingling hardness) distracted Sy from his mental wanderings. Tanya's mental shields were down, and he could easily see the wondrous, often brutal,.