But please think it over tonight and if you want to continue, can you come back tomorrow?”“Um, not sure this is really for me.” She responded.Fu...k. I desperately wanted this girl to be our new plaything. She was just what we were after.“OK. Get dressed whilst Billie and I have a talk.”Billie apologised to me and took the dildo off, letting it fall to the floor.“I think we should offer her a contract to encourage her to come back tomorrow, Billie.”“Yeah. I think so too.”We quickly worked out. Now you know WHY to tell stories and now you know WHAT they should be about.But the even bigger question is HOW to tell them.Now, if you’re not a seasoned, practiced storyteller, storytelling that is entertaining can be a HARD skill to pick up. Storytelling takes a lot of PRACTICE.In fact, it can be about as difficult as learning how to surf.If you’re not careful, a strong wave can pick the surfboard up and slam you in the face with it.However, I’ll share with you my one technique that makes. Feeling his warm, wonderful jizz splash against my face, it’s thick, silky texture clinging to and dripping down my chin, made me feel so sexy and fulfilled. I loved it, I needed it. To erase any doubt, sometimes I would even thank him for it. Shamelessly, his sissy cock lover. He never touched me, but I was fine with that. We both knew our roles. I was fine with just laying in my bed alone, the thoughts of his cock racing through my head and the taste of his cum on my lips. Stroking myself off. "Mark...?" Yeah...," I responded weakly. My mom's eyes went wide and she gulpedvisibly.Then both my dad and Doctor Grissom came to stand over me, making merealize that I must have been out of it for awhile. Dad had been at workwhile I was playing with Grace and Doctor Grissom worked on the other sideof town. I suddenly felt even more terrified than before. Dad just stoodthere, staring down at me with an unreadable expression. He didn't say aword though which only made me more worried, which I.