He must be a secret masochist, because the more of a bitch I am, the more he comes back for more. I’m not really like that, but it’s a roll I play...well. And I don’t feel bad about it either. Sometimes being nice just doesn’t work. And if you can’t be compelled by nice, then it’s your own damn fault if I have to resort to uber-bitch because it’s the only thing that works. Hey, it’s hard to be a woman sometimes. We have to use what we’ve got. Especially if it’s something that usually works. When they awake, they compete with one another (usually but not always in direct combat) for dominance and the right to a harem of women with whom they are allowed to procreate. Harems can be large, but the number of openings is limited, so only the most desirable women are chosen. This means that between mating cycles, Sindaran women are all competing with one another for a place in a harem. Some take ups artistry, music, or crafting and work to produce a single, legendary piece in their. ” she said to me without missing a stroke. Then she added, “Now, are you going to fuck me or do I have to go get that damn doll out again?”I looked at her and it finally clicked. A brick, yup, that's what it was, I had been as dumb as a brick. All I could think to say was, “Oops!” as I started fucking up into her oncoming pussy.“AHHH,” she said, just before she laughed and leaned forward once more to kiss me openly on my lips.“I was just wondering,” I said jokingly between pants, as I continued. "Wait till we're married, my dear," she'd whisper, winking at him and shaking her tits. "Because, then, when we're married, I'll serve dessert to your friends dressed anyhow you want me. It might embarrass them, of course, especially if the underwear were skimpy and you tied me and unfastened my bra before spooning me dessert. But I'll do it, Howie; I'll do it for you. After the wedding I'll consent to any of your nonsense, but I won't do it before."And he'd groan and protest because she was.