“You make a valid point,” he told her. “How about I try to limit those abilities? How about I keep you active all the time?”“I am incapable ...f displaying emotions, Ericson,” she seemed to pause for a second. “However, it is has been noted.”“There would be issues on that, and it is me going to sleep. You would be active when I am asleep. I know...” He paused as he looked at the waterfall. “I can’t believe I haven’t thought of this sooner. I will give you the ability to activate and deactivate. Watching Amy’s bright red bottom, twitching and bouncing out of control and alternately pushing up to his face and then flattening along his erect member almost caused Perkins to wet his own pants. Perkins wiped the two wet invasive fingers on the bottom of the skirt and slowly went back to those lovely pink hillocks staring up at him. He waited a few moments for Amy’s breathing to return to normal and then grasped her still quivering buns. He caressed them tenderly as long as he could. This. Short skirts and revealing tops. I was sure she wanted me to look available. Probably to her as much as anyone else. Then we headed to a party shop to buy masks. She bought a dog one and a cat one. “There will look great on you honey” she said. The sales girl gave us a funny look. She probably thought we were a couple. She would have even more shocked if she knew the real reason for the masks. “Oh I forgot shoes” she said and she bought two pairs of stilettos for me. Back home she had me model. I hold you in my hand first, feel the heat pulsating in my palm, but you don’t let me enjoy it for long. While I’m lost in embarrassment and wonder, you jerk up inside me with one thrust. You fill me. With smooth, quick strokes you fill me, and sometimes I wonder how it all fits. My little hands fly to your shoulders and pull you close for something to hold onto. I’m on top. I’m the one who’s supposed to be fucking you. But we both know that’s not me. With another grunt, you lift and push me.