. please?" My promise was predicated on my expectation that my schoolmate had enjoyed our lovemaking enough that deep down she wanted more."No! Absolu...ely not!" and she looked at me with a severe expression, like a strict teacher. "I just hope you didn't make me pregnant," she added in a whisper, glancing around to make sure nobody could hear.I didn't exactly give up on her but, by the end of the week, I was looking for other solace. The object of my attention was Betty, a short, buxom girl in. "Once she'd made the decision for the break, the die was cast and you getting your job back was irrelevant."I wasn't able to think up anything better as an explanation. Shit! She had been unfaithful for a year or more. Stacy had been a tolerater rather than a participating love- partner. All I'd been good for, to Stacy, was to fill the gap; nothing more. She'd been using me as a warm dildo when the better option wasn't available!And after the way that she had talked about and vowed about. Icannot imagine a more circuitous route to your destiny, but it is afine destiny." She smiled and the reflection in the mirror displayedtwo happy women; both young and free and finally content. One had onlybegun to want what she always had while the other was at last able tohave what she always wanted."Have you finally chosen a name," the Lady teased."Your mother shared the same name as my grandmother," the girl said."Theodwyn?" The Lady's hand went to her mouth as she gasped in. The nose plug and head phones are no longer needed; the sensory deprivation has accomplished his primary goal. His cock pulses with anticipation begging him to fuck her right now, but he holds back. Lifting her with amazing tenderness, he carries her into the bathroom and gently lays her in the steamy bath water. Her hair is straggly and damp from perspiration; her body slick and clammy.Wetting her hair, he lathers an orange-ginger spiced shampoo into the tangles. His fingers massage the.