" Oh. Fer a minute there, I thought you meant— something else." Such as?"Oh, here we are. Your room." Wow! Place like this, I could be a mistress, j...st like in them romance novels!" A veritable paperback princess, eh?" Cranston chuckles."Girls down home used ta read them things all the time."Pass 'em around I school 'til they plumb fell apart."An this, this place is just like one of them great houses we were always readin' about." And did they... inspire you?" I don't think I could ever do what. So warm and soft and lovely. (Massaging.) She stirs again, more solidly this time. sleep is leaving and she turns to me.“You’re awake?” she asks quietly, and I nod with a silent smile. “Why?”“Thinking,” I reply honestly.“About what?” Her body was pushing out the tiredness slowly, eking its way into wakefulness. “You.”She laughed. “Really? Why on earth would you want to do that?” Her head, raised for a moment, fell now back onto the pillow with a soft sound of comfort.“Because,” I began, “I. You don’t want to be turning down too many jobs; people stop asking. Longer answer is rather more complex than that. It was a high, Mike. It was sex, and a whole lot better than NOT having sex or masturbating. It was exciting and dangerous and slutty, and it helped me forget that afterwards I’d be going back to my apartment to watch TV alone. What with all the competition, and the way the industry works, sometimes I’d be two, maybe three, weeks without getting a single booking. I wasn’t going. ....I will continue. Taking the drip from your clitoris with my tongue , tasting it feeling it between my lips I find it totally arousing . You leaning forward I reach my right hand between your legs separating them slightly placing it just above your pubic bone , with the left I separate your lips with my fingers giving me full access . You feel me move my lips to your exposed womanhood and I begin to firmly yet gently sliding my tongue around your clitoris ,then sliding it in your warmth ,.