I gulped and nodded quickly, whispering, "Yes, Daddy." "Why do you suddenly seem cuter?" I giggled and batted my eyelashes. I was still so nervous. "I...don't know, Daddy. Maybe because it's all I know?" Stephen just shook his head. "This is very weird." "It's not going to work if you keep going in and out of character, Daddy." "What if I have questions?" "Oh. Well, in that case you should probably just ask them." He withdrew his hand from my hot cheek and I sensed the importance of what he was. "That you, Jim?"I froze. I considered lying, I considered not speaking, but in the end I answered, "Yeah." You jerking off?" He asked.I stammered, "N-n-no." I think you are. I think you went to the sauna and saw it was being used and were disappointed. But it got you hard, even though you don't know why, do you, Jim?" He said, completely summarizing my current emotional state."No, I don't," I admitted, just as I noticed a hole in the panel between us."I know why," he said as his big, thick,. The opening in the hedgerow was exactly where Randith said it would be. The ten steps to the backdoor of the temple were the most dangerous part of his trip. He would be exposed to any of the priests or whores working at the temple. On light feet, he made it to the door without being seen. He still had it in him, thought Yarba.The backdoor was shaped into an open vulva, like all the doors in Eros. It disturbed him that the people would return every night to the womb to be born again the next. Well, we’re on the road and, yup, miles and miles of deserted road in front of and behind us. You’re bored, and …. and I’m trying not to fall asleep. So you get an idea of how to cure both problems. You place your feet on the dashboard. Simple enough. How could this solve both our problems? You know I love your legs. The sight of your luscious legs. You keep your legs so smooth. As smooth as satin. I love your feet. Seeing them on display like that makes me want to suck your toes.You notice.