“Or the day before that, the dare to shower together? That was ... literally steamy!” I replied, making Becca smirk a bit.“Or last night, when I...cooked for you, wearing nothing but my apron, just like Jane March on Color of Night? Or when I modeled for you those times in the nude or in my undies or just in Goth outfits or that one time in nothing but my boots? Nice boots, weren’t they?” Becca continued, knowing that I was sure to grow very stiff with her teasing.“Those weren’t technically. ‘Did you enjoy that?’ she asked ‘erm err well’ was all Dave could manage before Jerome said ‘look at his cock’ Meg looked it was erect. She grabbed it ‘you were never this hard with me, I think you want more of the same.’ She beckoned Jerome over to the wardrobe by the bed and opened a door leaving the other closed. She kissed Jerome infont of the full length mirror and said ‘fuck me here, I want to see myself cumming again’. She turned to Dave ‘you can jerk off in a sec but you have to do. " Does this memory make you want to change?" Not really, because it's obviously the right way it should be done and, when I do it in the way I was told, I know I am doing the right technical thing, but I also know that I am still following instructions. If I do the right thing, I always end up following orders I have been given before. They were always doing this sort of thing to me. Whichever way I turned, it was always another step down the road they were taking me and the road always led to. I know I certainly can't.I made her a bit of a neat freak, with a strong domestic side. She loves to cook and bake, doesn't mind cleaning house and picking up and even likes to sew. I added the last one because I realized that her rather unusual figure might not be suited for buying off-the-rack clothes.She was a little timid, with a great sense of humor and a fairly low sense of independence. She preferred doing what someone else was doing to having to come up with the ideas herself. More of a.