”“Yes.”“She posed for you naked.”“Yes.”“That’s good, Joe.”“Is it?”“Of course it is. She understands it’s a study now. Noth...ng sexual. And it makes you all that more uncomfortable with me here. Me masturbating you.”“Yes. She’s about the same age as you I think.”“How old is she?”“Sixteen.”“Close enough,” Karissa giggled. “I won’t apologize, Joe. In a way you’re my model. I’ve been ... curious about the workings of a man. You let me see and feel it.”“Glad I could help,” he chuckled.“I won’t say no. Our apartment was in Kissimmee. It belonged to my wife's sister, and we were using the mother-in- law apartment attached to the larger town home. I had discovered that our key fit the town home and had used it for a tryst with Erica the second night we were here. She had been the perfect little submissive slave. I had never felt such power, and I reveled in the way she looked at me, and the way she was completely mine to use any way I wished. I loved the little blond.Today we would spend at. Do to yourself what you are telling me that you are doing to me, and I'll do that to myself." My fingers play over your pussy lips." They are wet." Slipping between them, wiggling around. Now sliding a finger into me, I mean you." Ooo yes, I feel your finger in me." Sliding in and out now, with a steady rhythm." Oh, Sonya, that's delicious." Getting wet, sliding faster. Ohhh. Now pulling my finger over your clit." Ahh, yes, that feels so good. I'm starting to drip." Me too. Oh, Mary, I love. What’s their secret? Is it a loving partner that cares for them? Nope. Is it a newfound religion? Not likely. Is it drugs? No… well, maybe. But it’s also something else, something much more magical. No, literally, it’s a magic book.That’s right, hidden throughout the world are these special little hardcover books with slightly worn red leather bindings just begging to be found. They look inconspicuous enough, and most people won’t even remember how they ended up with one, but when they are.