I was watching her thru my peripherals. She purposely nudged the dress hem up on her thighs then turned to me."I said I'm hot, boy."Uh, oh, I thought ...o myself. She was in a mood. She could be moody, an Irish girl and all."Take a sip of your pop."We'd each got a fresh drink before we left the carnival. Also some Carmel corn for later."Do you think it'd be alright if I masturbated, Cully-boy?"She'd purposely went hard on the (boy)."Are you okay, puddin-head?" Don't answer a question with a. “Wow,” Lewis said.“Well lover,” Sophie continued, “I’ve had a wicked idea as to how we can exploit this. If there’s a chance that we’ll be dead in a year or so we may as well have as much fun as we can, while we can.”Sophie leant over and kissed Lewis then continued kissing him down his chest until she was sucking his rapidly growing cock.“Well that’s breakfast taken care of.” Sophie said 10 minutes later as she lay beside Lewis still holding his now soft cock in her hand.“So what are you. I half-heartedly stamp my feet and throw my head back, trying to be a ?good little horsey girl,? as Katherine likes to say. I try to make puppy-dog eyes at her so maybe she?ll come untie me, but she doesn?t even look up. Come to think of it, she hasn?t looked up in quite a while. Why does she make me do this if she isn?t even going to look at me?? God, she can be mean. But I can?t think like that. My role isn?t to question her motives or intentions-- it?s to serve her in what few ways I. So you wonder now, good lord, you live in a one bedroom dump, with just the one room that has a door that closes. Why does the kid sleep in there? Why do you and the lovely have the bed set up in the dining nook?Isn't it obvious? Mornings too rushed, evenings too exhausted, if you catch my drift. Sex is like payday: comes once a week if you're lucky, every other if you've got the wrong boss. Sure, there's that flush hour of exchange, greedy with delight, even better than a leisurely lunch. You.