’ You remove my jeans and panties, and look at me, curled toes to curled fingers above my head. I’m breathing raggedly, I need you. You trace your...fingers along the inside of my right thigh, instinctively it separates itself from the left. You lower yourself to me, and I can feel you breathing on my sex. I know you can see my body’s readiness glistening before you, and smell the heat you’ve created. I raise my head up to shoulder’s height to look at you. Why are you teasing me? Your hands. Sure my mom’s boyfriend tries to help but he’s just not that familiar with how.”I sat down next to Elena and placed my arm around her as I asked, “So is that why sometimes you act as if you’re serious and then you’re silly to the extreme?”She nodded, “I just don’t know how I’m supposed to act with my family not around. I don’t even know who I am at times.” She turned to me. “But with you I’m starting to feel more comfortable. I think I can find who I truly am.”We ended up eating our breakfast. ‘If you’re asking whether Damian and I are master and slave in the strict sense, we’d say no. But then, neither are you and George.’ ‘And in the loose sense?’ ‘Possibly. Certainly anyone looking in from the outside would say so. I prefer to think that we’re partners. Are we equal partners? No. He’s a demon, after all, and I have no wish to be his equal. Besides which, we’ve both seen too many equal partnerships dissolve under the weight of constant bickering over power and real or imagined. I stood up and backed myself up against him and did a quick rub against the front of his bathing suit, "Sorry", I blurted out...I lost my balance. Jim grabbed my arm gently to steady me..."you're fine Gigi, I didn't mind at all". I felt my face get hot...I took a step back and looked down at the front of his bathing suit and it was starting to tent out. He was getting hard. "I need to go to the garage and get the pop I want from the fridge in there....", I whispered to him. I walked away and.