She looked at mom again and then me, making sure we understood. "Is that ok?" Err, yes," I said, and mom said the same."Now, Jacob, when you masturbat... you need to aim the tip of your penis at the centre of the beaker and make sure your cum goes into the beaker. Make sure you don't spill any. After every session of masturbation, measure the amount produced and write it down on this form." She gave me a couple of sheets of paper with grid lines on and columns marked 'date', 'time' and. The “Mistress of the Dark,” who hypnotizes any man and can make their deepest wishes a reality. It doesn't get any sexier than this black outfit, a button down the front bodice with a to-the-waist plunging neckline and long skirt with an above the thigh slit, with jagged finished sleeves and hem giving it a bad-dreamy look! Perhaps the shimmery black belt clasped with a dagger buckle is the only thing keeping your dark side from being totally revealed! Dare them to mess with you! I could. It will turn out like I want it to, and that should be enough for you." Very well. I will speak to Joyce and your father later tonight. For what it's worth, you'll have my vote." Your vote is really the only one I was uncertain of. Joyce and Dad will do whatever you suggest. Try to set things up as soon as possible. I'm tired of waiting. I want to be in Birmingham no later than Monday of next week. I've looked at what Joyce has accomplished down there, and there was so much more we might have. He was at a loss for words."Steve?" Barbara asked softly."What, honey?" He was distracted. He'd been trying to find a way to begin telling her what he'd been told just today."Hold me? I'm so scared," she begged.Steve scooted closer and took her in his arms. He pulled her on her side so they were pressed together the whole length of their bodies. For a moment, he said nothing. He realized he had to choose his words carefully."Baby, listen... you're not going to die... and neither am I, okay?".