." Do you not like it? I'm sure it means something of great beauty from my home world..." just then the man, Shan, looks out the window with a sadde...ed look, his blue eyes clouded almost grey."I didn't say that... And I'm sure that it's very pretty, where are you from?" she gets up and goes over to him."That's just it, I don't know..."Anne pulls the stool up beside the chair. “You don’t know? Why… Why don’t you know…?” she sets her hand on his gently, looking into his face. Then thinks to. Once again he excused himself and left.Oh well, balls in his court now.Wish his balls were in my mouth.Couple days later it was Friday, I was painting.I hadn't done without.A strange little man I knew stopped by after calling.A small,skinny guy he had an amazingly big cock.The odd thing about him was that I'de only tasted his cum once after he gave me a facial.Of the 15 or so, times I sucked him, he chose a new place on me to cum.Twice he had me lay under him, one face down,one face up.He. Another thing to explain to my mother. Of course, one would expect an escaped kidnap victim to look beaten or bruised. Worse for wear, not like she just stepped off a photo shoot. ‘Brinley.’ The word is a whisper. She gazes at me like a ghost from her past. I grab my mother into my arms. She folds into them and we both sob in the doorway. I don’t let my mother go for what feels like forever. I don’t want to. She is home. Seeing her, holding her, is my only proof that I am home—that I am free.. His breath was sweet on my ear and I felt the beat of his heart on my back. His hands slowly wrapped around to my breast. He worked my nipples, gently pulling them through the grey lace. What the hell?! I snapped out of it and turned around. The water was steaming up the room. I slowly tugged my bra off and let it fall to the ground. I ran my fingers over my hips and hiked my panties down just to see the wetness staining the light grey lace. Great he was really getting to me. Maybe ice cold.