It was obvious she didn't trust that memory."And you remember being unsatisfied and frustrated with him, right?" Yes." At this point in the game," sai... Claire, "what difference does it make if either or both of those memories is a result of the accident, instead of being historically accurate?" But what if I really still love Paul?" asked Lacey, getting agitated. "What if the bad memories of him are false?" DO you still feel like you love Paul?" asked Claire quietly."No." Lacey sounded. "WOW Gypsy, I guess I'm going to need to dress up a bit. You look wonderful." I said with schoolboy admiration. "By the way Gypsy, where are we going tonight?" "It's a surprise Howdy. Just some place special. You better hurry though. The limo will be here in fifteen minutes." Gyspy lightly scolded as she tapped her watch. Limo I said to myself as I sifted through the clothes I had stashed in her guest bedroom closet. Good thing we've been paid in cash so far. This date sounds expensive. I. He made her feel at ease, relaxed, like things would be okay. They didn't verbally talk for awhile, but when she heard his voice, two pieces of the picture were in place. Now she needed his cock. She had been so stressed out. It had also been 7 months for a woman who was used to having sex twice, sometimes three times a day, 5-7 days a week. She was starving!!!!She was so hot when she thought about him, her panties wet she found herself getting off at least a few times a day. She always liked. After a short while I raise myself up from the bed, taking a moment to grind my crotch against hers. I retrieve the harness and strap it firmly in place across my own crotch, locking in my toy and pushing and pulling this way and that to make sure it’s secure. I look up from my work and see the big brown eyes, wet but no longer weeping, staring at my crotch in what looks to me like terror.I move back to the bed and carefully start replacing ropes. I detach left ankle and wrist first, re-tying.