He was in heaven and she loved putting the poorshy guy there. It was so nice to be someone’s heaven, and so easy! ‘Well,’ she said slowly, letti...g him feast, ‘you may love tits, John, but me — I love cock.’ He didn’t say anything but continued sucking his way across her flesh from one breast to the other. Christi’s hands groped down his back and sides till they found his belt. She grasped at it till she found the buckle and loosened it, then undid his fly. He was basically seated in front of. Imagine a boy and girl who meet for the first time and fall madly in love. That’s the outcome. History. But the process—what brought them to that particular time and place where they met—is an unknown. Did she just happen to need a cup of sugar and had to run to the store? Was he pressured by his parents to attend that university when he wanted to go to a different one?We knew, I guess instinctually, that we couldn’t change outcomes that were already known. It was the process we could affect.. They all smiled. ? I have a few details for the morning to discuss with you,? I continued. I then explained to them that the slaves, or slut 1, slut 2 and slut 3, as they were to refer to them for the next three months, had been told to go to the stables, naked, at 7. I then said how important the first morning was, as I wanted all illusions to be shattered. I would like you men to place them in separate stables, and attach these collars I have bought with me. Their hands should be placed in. Just kiss me and touch me a bit, nothing more. If only for old time’s sake. I missed you..." "Okay, wait. Let’s sit lengthwise on the couch. I just need to get my legs stretched out. Lean back against me. I’ll just put my arms around you. Yeah, howzat?” “Perfect. With the wine and the music… heavenly…” “You’re still using that shampoo that smells like… how did you describe it… sun-ripened strawberries?” “Suave, yes. It’s good for when my hair is dry after winter and hypoallergenic too..