It was a sexy brand that made her completely mine.My furtive caresses had aroused her far more than I would have thought, because her pussy was making...sloppy squishes and squelches as I finger-fucked her. Now, I needed more. My hand left her sopping cleft and guided the head of my cock to her tight opening. Ever the gentleman, I paused and lifted my mouth from her hungry kissing."Are you sure you want this?" I whispered, praying that she still did. Her small hand tapped me twice so quickly that. "Put her into her room. She'll figure it out." Now I'd like to point outagain, that I wasn't a she. But that seemed to be a minor inconvenienceand the guards led me out. I probably should have tried to remember thelayout so I could escape or lunge at my attackers and run for it now butinstead I was on autopilot. It wasn't drugs or anything that led me tothis state, but I guess a part of my brain just shut off and I wasn'tready to accept this situation. Even the words and surroundings. A couple of minutes later he gave one loud moan and he came deep inside of me. It took me a couple of minutes to regain my breath. He kissed me again. ?Do you think you can bear it, having to do this every day?? ?Yes, I think I can manage,? I answered with a smile. ?Good.??Will you please clean me?? he asked after a couple of minutes. ?Sure.? He rolled of me and I climbed between his knees and removed the condom. I then sucked and licked him clean like I had done the previous day. ?Yes, thank. . . what are you doing? Realist: I’m planning out a related book on the subject. It’s entitled ‘B.’ Philosopher: What!? No, no, no! You can’t just go and randomly place letters on a page and market that as philosophy! Realist: Ha! You can’t, eh? Philosopher: No. You need a plan, a meaning, a deeply thought concept of human existence that is central to your philosophical outlook on life. Realist: Or you just need to be a damned good snake oil salesman, one of the two. Philosopher: I’m no.