It was a good question. One I don't think he thought too much of. Well mostly because of we were just more focused on this one. “Well, at least one ...ore in a few years. I'm not sure if I'd want more than that. But we'll see when we get to that bridge. But I really do want at least one more with you though,” Steve replied. “Well hopefully it'll happen sometime in the not too distant future. We just gotta be patient and wait for this one to come out first,” I said. Then we kissed again and he got. It seemed that there almost was as much dried sperm or semen or whatever on her skin as was percolating inside her vagina and colon. Even worse was the conditionof her mouth. It would never be the same, ever again. The memory of all that nasty white stuff, and the way it tasted when they repeatedly flooded her mouth with the salty goo would remain with her forever. Muffin was pushed to her knees in front of the chair to which her date was tied. A big hand forced her jaws apart and one of. " To think you wanted to hold your hat up to a common criminal, she'll have to become a servant or marry a yokel," Mother said."Enter a brothel more like," Father said because he knew of such things being a former Militia man."Gerald please!" Mother snapped."I see, and all because Catherine refused the Fowler boy." I suggested."Oh no, she stole the ring all right." Mother insisted, "The Fowler's would have no need of her dowry."I knew something was wrong, but what?"Oh of course she's been. I had a satin fetish and I had it bad. Maybe 90% of my wardrobe was satin. My blouses, skirts, dresses, even pants and jeans all were of the same silky dream material, and several were the same style, just in different colors. Then we had satin costumes for Halloween, or a couple of times when Tony and I would do some in-home role-play fun. The costume play could be a lot of fun, and Tony was pretty good at playing the villain, even being able to defile Batgirl, when I wore that costume one.