I gave her lower back a big squeeze. "I guess they do. That's good for me." she giggled. I picked her off her small feet. Then set her back down. "You...know? You did such a great job. I think you may deserve a kiss too. I don't think a hug is going to cut it. How does that sound?" she said.She looked into my blue eyes. She then closed her eyes as she stuck out her perfect pink lips. She made a big fish face with her lips. I was afraid to give her a kiss. She kept puckering up. "Hmmm! Where did. How could she possibly find pleasure in this? It felt good. That wasnt supposed to happen. It couldnt happen. Rich continued a bit longer before releasing her from his grips. He wanted her to climax. He wanted to give her that pleasure, to taste it. But he knew all too well that she wouldnt. She would never relax to the level needed to climax, at least not with him. It was the weight of the reality that Rich owned her, she was mere property. That alone forbid her from giving herself up to him. Her eyes following the way he walked and stood, his hands and wrists and how he was outfitted. She nodded."Thank you, sir," she replied. "But as I am here only as a curious guest, not seeking honor or riches, the type of weapon hardly matters. I will observe, stand or fall as the Gods intend. As to my Path... I am Do."Tomas nodded knowingly. This revelation explained a few things."Madam, my name is Tomas," he smiled as if somehow a tiny forked tongue was struggling to escape his lips to taste. He just didn't care what people thought. It was typically brown and in a faux hawk.I remember vividly the day I first saw him. I was at a camp with a friend over a holiday weeken early in the summer. The campground had a lake and we went swimming. There he was, with his friends, he looked a few years older than I was. I couldn't stop staring at his sinewy body. He had a farmer's tan that (for whatever reason in my 14 year old mind) made him that much better. And it turned out that my friend.