She looked at me withknitted brows. "Name him?" she asked. "You don't name your stuffed animals?" I asked. Fortunately she didn't askme if I named min.... She seemed lost in serious thought for a minute andfinally announced, "Jola, and it's not a him, it's a her." It only took mea moment to grasp the significance of the name. I gave her a huge smileand we continued walking."Darla, are you hungry?" I asked at last. "I could eat," she said at last. We made our way to Fratelli's Pizzeriaand ordered. Therefore, for a master to set a slave free, not only has the master to be a very benevolent one, but he also needs to trust his slave not to cause any trouble for him, which is why there aren’t many free demis, although they do exist. The reason for this policy is that demis are viewed as inferior to humans, little more than animals, and therefore need to be controlled. To truly get rid of a demi, a master would need to sell them or have them put down.While demis are born into slavery and may. She had been that emotionally drained when her handsome animal-lover had withdrawn his sperm-slickened penis from her vagina and backed off of her nakedly prostrate body. She turned now to look down at him stretched out in his favorite corner, his loving dark eyes watching her every move. The curvaceous, vibrant young housewife softly said: "We have our beautiful little secret, don't we, Baby? Oooohhh... you're such a wonderful lover, darling, and Karen loves you so much... I don't know how I. Out of curiosity, I turned it on and it began to hum and vibrate in my hand. I giggled and then had a naughty thought. Back in my room, I lay down on my bed and quickly got rid of my jeans and blouse I had had been wearing. My panties ended up on the floor next to the jeans. **** At sixteen I was no longer a virgin. Jack, who lived two floors below my parent’s place, had taken care of that a few months earlier. We had been flirting on and off all winter and when he invited me over to watch.