"Daniella obeyed, her eyes still closed."Damn, girl! That looks so delicious, I want to fuck your mouth with astrap-on! Now, hold still!"Suddenly, she...felt Mistress applying lip liner to her stretched upperlips, from the center under her nose, out and down to the left corner.Then again from center, out and down to the right. Then to her lowerlips, gently back and forth, the movement lulling her again into alight trance. The sensuous glide of the applicator, not quite tickling.She strained to. I took that as a good sign.“So, did you like anything I wrote?” I asked cautiously.“Um, yes…I think some of them are funny,” She started, “I just read the one where you say Grace. Did you really do that?”“Hey I’m a Catholic boy, I was taught to say Grace before I eat.” I answered honestly.“A good Catholic boy, huh?” She giggled.“Yes, but of course. Why else would I write so many sex stories?” I added.“So, are you working on a story now?” She inquired.“Ah, yes.” I answered.I explained. .. and then some privatepleasure, if you know what I mean." Lorelei chuckled at that, satisfiedat the look she had accomplished. "Oh sir, I know there's a meeting at5 but I think I squeeze in a quick BJ just before you go. Oh and by theway, sir could you please give the credentials for this bank account? Iswear I won't use it for personal expenses, Girls Scout Honor!" Shespoke in a pleading voice with a desperate look on her face to themirror. Her expression changed from weak desperation to. It was like suffering from post-traumatic stress syndrome. She knew that if he couldn’t improve his self-image, that stress would haunt him for years to come. She put the ice pack down and took his hand in her own. “No, don’t say things like that. You were just out taking a walk. Being assaulted by a bunch of jerks is not your fault. You’ve got nothing to be ashamed of.” He looked at her and was comforted by her warm smile. “I don’t know, I guess you’re right. It just makes me feel so… small.”.