I saw a glance of myself in the mirror, something I hadn’t done lately, and stopped to examine the image of my body.I noticed that I am as petite as...ever. My hair was pulled back and I took off the claw to let my silky brown hair fall onto and below my shoulders. The snug black trimmed white corset top with black laces laced up the front hugged my full B cup breasts pushing them together giving off a stronger cleavage. I love corset tops and have a variety as I do not need to mess with a bra. I don't want anything like that! But this post says it must be more than just one guy, and that would probably satisfy me. But at the same time, I'm not real crazy about going to some guys house all alone." So you want me to go along to protect you, while your getting fucked by some guy, or guys." Look, you said you went to that adult book store to get sucked off by guys, maybe some of these guys would do that too."The words stung, but they had already discussed this last night, so there was no. " He gestured to the gymnast statue. "Zees one, she dreamed of zees form, Alesandro captured dream, give eet form, make her form." She modeled for you is what you are trying to say." Jess interjected as she edged a little further toward the exitThe man arched an eyebrow in irritation. "No, she ees form, became form, became statue. Best way to capture form."Jess now backed away more deliberately. "Okay, someone took their crazy pills this morning." She said while trying to decide whether he was. “If you wake up in the night, “ she murmured, “wake me too if you want me.” I remained asleep when she came to bed; but I certainly did wake her. My sleep was full of intensely erotic dreams, most of which featured Fenella. In the last one that I remember, the scene that had ended in her rejection of me was played through again – only her face was that of the new Fenella, and the kissing and caressing didn’t stop. It went on until we both came, and I awoke, shaking and breathless, my cunt.