Thirty minutes went by as she tossed and turned when she began to feel wetness running down her supple thighs. She had always been ashamed of the she...r volume of her sweet discharge but, the men she'd been with seemed to love it. They would always say they loved how warm it was as it would slowly drip down their dicks and onto their balls. Tonight though it was a particular problem, her sheets were completely soaked, she was practically lying in a pool of her own sweet nectar. She could. It was quietly nestled beside a card shop and a outdoorequipment store, and the shoppers were ignoring the heck out of it.It looked exactly like all the stories describe it, right down to thebackwards "R" on the door. I stood in front of it trying to decide if Iwas dreaming or not until my companion said, "Come on. Bring that stuffin."I shook my head to clear it, and went in."Over here is fine," she said.I put the boxes down in front of the till, and then turned, intendingto get the heck out. Honey stood up, body quivering, legs shaking and she looked directly at me. With a glazed eye and spunk splatters in her upper lip area, she said, “If you want me, you have to kiss me”. The room fell silent and all eyes were upon me. Everyone stepped away from Honey and a path opened up between us.Without hesitation I strode forward, mounted the stage and kissed her fully on the lips. Honey plunged her tongue into my mouth and with it came a kaleidoscope of tastes and smells including spunk,. I did not understand the important of letting her understand my feeling. I did not let her understand my regard.I never and never have a change to express my depression, my sorrows after she left. It should be my change to communicate with her.Suddenly, I see Princess Gurley comes back with the same outfit.I speaks with my low submissive voice, ?Princess Gurley, may this slave have permission to speak??Princess Gurley says, ?Speak, slave!?Princess Gurley, please accept this slave’s apology..