Summer pulled her hand back, and looked at her finger as though it were a new and strange object to her. Then she touched my coat, but nothing happene.... Whatever was going on required physical contact, and the more contact, the more powerful the images and senses were.The traffic going this way was clearer, and I soon found the exit I needed. Summer kept demanding to know what was going on. "I touch you, and I see things, but how can that be?" She shook herself, and then laid her hand on my. We just looked at each other for awhile, trying to out-wait each other. Eventually she gave in. "Master, I know you've told me several times, but I'm having trouble believing it. I'm a worn-out slut who's hopped from bed to bed for years. I'm almost ten years older than you, and my body shows it. Do you really want me so much?"I couldn't think of any better answer than "Do I really lie to you that often?" No, Master. I don't think you've ever lied to me. I've seen you lie to other people to. Someone who really makes me feel special in this big world and someone that really cares about me...pretty much genuine home some girl. ?What is a perfect relationship to you?? Trust, Stability & Submission ?How tall do you prefer your perfect girl?? Medium: 5'4 - 5'6 (Since I am 5?10)?What color hair is on the perfect girl and how long should it be?? dirty blonde medium long hair.?Do you want her to be in love with you or madly in love with you?? A girl that is madly in love no I want her to. “Or maybe you’re too shy, ” she teased me with a grin. I figured it out. “So you were just kidding.” “Perhaps I only wanted to find out what sort of boy you are. Or maybe I might have watched and then sent you on your way.” She looked momentarily coy. We stared at each other until she became disconcerted. “If you’ll turn round now I’ll finish getting my swimsuit on.” “I’d rather watch.” My boldness astounded me. She was inquisitive and direct, responding, “Is that because you like me?” “Very.