. I don't know, Heather... You'll have to figure it out yourself"."Why are you doing this to me? I know you're the 'all knowing' on these damn things,...so what are you trying to prove?" Heather! Please, pay attention to the computer!" Damn you!" she shouted back but turned around and sulked."Please, Heather... please," he replied, trying to take a different approach."Okay, I'll play your game... What's your password?" Huh? I... I don't think I have one"."Well, if you can't give me a password,. “You do me. Please!”Miles said later that this was when he began to realise that Dee’s nature was truly submissive: she needed to be used. Whether John had fulfilled that desire, or whether it only emerged with us, we’ve never learned. And at that point, it wasn’t really relevant. I parted her puffy labia with my fingers and let my tongue investigate. It was plain that she needed no lubrication from me - her fingers had done their job - so I concentrated on the clitoris. It didn’t take long.. "Don't you think I have an attractive enough body?" she asked."It's not that, Rose. You're a beautiful woman. You know that. It's just that I seem to have this urge to be sucked off. Can't you understand that?"She nodded. "Yes, of course. Will you come closer to me, please, and let me kiss your cock?"He became tremendously excited at hearing her say this. There was no question about it -- this was one of the most exciting women he had ever known. She had hangups, but who didn't? As he moved. We walked in and I took off my clothes and sat down in front of Erin. I told her she could continue and she did ha. I’m glad you were quiet and she didn’t hear you. I didn’t really think of how I was going to handle it if she saw you walk in. She was sucking my penis like she just got a popsicle from the ice cream man on a hot sunny day. She would look up and lock eyes with me while my balls were being washed by her tounge. Whenever she would look down I would look at you and see you crying.