"I have to think about it."The weekend put a forced pause to the show.Monday afternoon when I came back from school, a girl I met last week at my show...was hanging around on the sidewalk in front of my house. Her name was Diana."Hi," she greeted."Hi," I responded wittily."Are you going to do the show again today?" Yes. I was doing it everyday even before girls were watching me do it. Are you going to watch again?" I can't," she lamented."Oh, you have to do something." No," she said shaking her. Common women do not have hair that touches below their hips.’ He sat on the bed as Kya swiftly tried on every article of clothing he had supplied, then dressed in a simple top, shift and skirt that on her, looked elegant, even as it was just a common fabric and cut. She twirled for him then took his hands in hers. Kya rattled off a quick list of items and told him to get them and return, as she knew what to do. An hour later, Kya emerged from the Refresher. Her flax coloured hair was now jet. Do you wake up every morning soaking wet like this or is it the toys in you last night. you are a hot bitch aren't you aunt Linda?" He stopped talking and I knew he expected me to answer him. It was very hard to think with the movement he was working the rubber cock in side of me and the condom in my mouth with the sperm running through my mouth. I finely said "I always wake up wet and horny, the toys seemed to add a little more last night to my dreams." He said "good, good, I like that is wet. "You haven't been paying attention, young lady. There are a thousand girls that go for that, but I'm not interested in that kind, any more. When you started talking about making you pregnant, I thought you were feeling something for me. Something like, MAYBE, that you would like to start a family, too."She looked at him. Then she reached up and put her arms around his neck, and laid her head against his chest. "I'm sorry. I've been hurt so many times that I get bitchy at the least little thing..