I don'tremember getting into bed. I don't remember him climbing on top of me.He's heavy. The hair on chest feels rough against my bare chest. He'shard...all over, muscles like coiled ropes covered by velvet skin. I'msoft. I melt around him and into him. Where he is hard I'm soft, like awoman should be.I have one last burst of strength. I speak, but only in a whisper, rightbefore he enters me."My name is Jim" I say into his ear."Your name is fucking Jasmine," he says and jams his cock deep into. She always wore skinny jeans, which always made me hard on.After a few months she became used to her job, more friendly and chatty. She liked me a lot, so I always sat next to her in the bus. One cold day, her small nipples were hard, I couldn't keep my eyes off her tits and she noticed, whenever she saw me looking she would cover her breasts with her jacket.After a week of endless erections, on our way to school, she asked me to wait for everyone to get out first because she wanted to tell me. I can snapin to walk around, but if I’m on stage, or off andstanding still or seated, I have to keep it moving. Iget paid extra to abide by those conditions. If I’m inthe bar, I’m bound by the conditions.”“Fanny, I’m fine with it, so we may as well stayhere.”She smiled big and said, “Well, if you’re fine, I’mfine. Beer’s on me. Have a seat. I’m going to tellMatt that I’ll be working off stage for a while,. ‘You must pledge me your word, by which all good folk are known to keep to truth. When you once give your word to do a thing, you must obey yourself to keep your honor that others might trust in you. Is this plain?’ ‘Uh huh.’ Sir Reynard heard clear enough that it was plain as mud to the little maid, but that had not stopped Lilac from explaining chivalry to infants til now, and was not like to halt her on the morrow. His lips quirked as Lilac continued building fortifications of air. ‘I want.