“I’ve spent three years with Doctor Mercer, as you know. And I read a lot of psychology books. You’ll find out soon enough I read lots of other ...ooks, too! I’m pretty sure I want to be a psychologist. That’s what I’ll probably study in college.”I let the ‘books’ comment go and asked, “Do you know where you want to go yet?”“I’m going to apply to a bunch of schools in the Midwest, probably University of Illinois, Northwestern, University of Wisconsin, University of Iowa. What about you?”“Far. ’ He smiled. ‘Do you want me to?’ He hadn’t expected for her to offer to let him stay. Her body obviously liked his, but he didn’t think she’d be that open. He needed to hear her say yes. ‘Yeah.’ He couldn’t read the look on her face. It looked a little put-out, but she grinned. He forgot all about anything he might have been thinking as she, once again, relaxed against him and started running her fingers lazily through his hair. She apparently liked it to be loose because she had pulled the. I know you want this as much as I do! He spun her around and began to pull at the ribbons on her corset. You toy with us. You do it on purpose! Stop your complaining and free me of this prison, she purred. I want to feel you inside me. Roy clawed his way through the woven ribbons, loosening the corset and then pulling her garments away until she stood naked in front of him. The moon was high that night and lit the room with a silvery glow. He felt himself growing at the sight of her. Eleanor. I feel the small mounds of her breasts delicately held in silk cups."Pinch my nipples. Bite them."The contrast of senses inflames me -- the softness of sight and touch, the coarseness of sound. My partner, my lover. My consort, my whore.She peels her sweater from her body and pulls my head to her breasts. She runs her fingers over my smooth, bald pate, murmuring words of love and lust. I lick, I bite, I nibble... she bends to kiss my head then nip my ear. She has unzipped her slacks. She takes.