. Well, you know... Not sure how this is supposed to go to tellyou the truth."Will speaking snapped my attention back to the moment at hand. What didt...at mean? Was he a virgin or something? No, that wasn't it - he'dmentioned being married after college and divorced for twelve years now,I think... He said he'd done some dating, so he wasn't some prude oranything like that.He was looking at me for an answer, some direction. "I'm not muchdifferent than any woman you've ever been with Will," I said. She began sucking up and down, her tempo increasing as his hands slid into her hair, helping to guide her mouth up and down on him. She continued to slide the length of his cock in and out of her mouth. Her tongue flicked and rubbed along the underside each time it slid back in. She tightened her lips and sucked harder each time his cock withdrew from her throat. When she noticed that her Master's breathing had started to get ragged, she used the palm of her hand to slowly start massaging his. Rules are good when they serve to guide us, not control us. It’s like the rope barrier at a cliff. You can easily go past it, but it’s there to warn you of danger. A fifty-foot wall would protect you from danger, but would also take away the breathtaking view. You believe in rope barriers, not fifty-foot walls. And the restraint comes from within you, not from the outside.”“Exactly. And that’s what Lisa, Jeri, and Samantha never learned growing up. Only Samantha has become fully aware of it and. When Lana told me to turn back she casually said she'd hidden the keys in one of the baskets. My task, she said, was to guess which one and to retrieve it. As an added incentive to be quick about it Lana then told me Jack was inside on the phone ordering pizza to be delivered. She then complained about having to skip breakfast to get to my house so early; I merely felt dizzy with the rush of mixed feelings. I knew I didn't have a chance of retrieving the keys myself and had twenty minutes.