He takes pleasure in His ability to take my power entirely and to see how much of myself i will give to Him. It is the tiny reactions that make Him ha...py. Not just putting His mouth on my cunt, but how wet i become under his touches, how my nipples harden when He flicks them with his fingernail. He whispers into my ear, "quiet now, and lay as still as possible." It is in my submission that He gets His thrill. Knowing that he owns me, my every single movement is His.He smiles when He sees my. He had just decided that he’d get the Chef Salad when Harry asked, “What are you getting?”“Chef Salad.”Harry frowned and said, “You might want to get something with a little more fat in it. You’re going to need it since the nights are still cold. Once the temperature starts dropping below forty, you need every calorie you can burn.”“Why don’t we sleep in a regular hotel?”“Hungry Man, you are going to become one with the environment. Air conditioning and heating is part of a false world that. .”“Maybe,” I said. “Or...” and I dove under the covers. God, I love it when it’s soft. Doesn’t stay that way long, but I do so much love it. “There. You’re clean. NO drippies.” I thought for a second. His juice tastes like MY juice. Yeah, I know how I taste. Tell me you never tried it. But he COMES. That’s different, and guys’re funny.“You might not wanna do me, though. You came in me...”“I did it yesterday,” he answered.“But that might be the heat of the moment. We’re sane now.”He pushed me. As she is looking at them, she knows that Alan has entered the office. She chuckles to herself thinking that he will enjoy seeing her play with herself. She looks up for the first time at him and tells him, “Sit.”He does, taking a seat on the chair directly across from her. She dips her fingers back in her wet snatch and then holds them out to him. Alan cocks his head to the side. Then he stands and goes over to her. He stops for a moment after he has knelt on the floor before her chair. He.