Preparing dinner, I began to think again of his words, wanting to see me with another man. I thought to myself if that is what he wants why not make h...m happy. Why not go through with it. After dinner I asked Tim if he really wanted me to make love to another man and he said yes. I asked him if he could tell me why. He started by choosing his words very carefully and then began. You see, I have not been able to completely satisfy you and I both know you would never say anything about it. I know. Life was good. The next year flew by in a frenzy of activity, Cassie and I both had our work accepted for exhibitions, and we both made several significant sales. The critiques in the press were favourable for the both of us, and our creative, as well as personal, stars were on the rise. Our studies progressed and we were on track for our graduations and had begun to make plans for an end of year study trip to Europe where we would take in the artist environments of Rome, Paris and London, with. Her lips whispered something on the edge of audibility and if Johnny cared to hear what she said, he would hear something like this: More means less.Less means more, By the power of the lore, Let's exchange what heretofore We with pride and candor wore. More means less and less means more. She kept at it for some time until she felt a change taking place between her thighs. It was a feeling she has never known. A surprising warmness and coldness interchanging flooded her crotch. She. On closer inspection, I could tell it had been painted from the inside, but age had cracked the paint and there were faint traces of light coming through. About that time I heard the sound again. It was definitely a whimpering, like a dog trying to get through a closed door. Up close, I could now hear something like a voice, although no words were distinguishable. Then there was silence again, and after a few minutes I decided discretion was calling for me to get back home. I turned at.