But I didn't want to move. As I looked at her, she read it in my eyes and I read it in hers. She wanted to go. Could I really try to talk her out of i...? Were we really about to break up?I closed my eyes, my eyelids pushing out a rolling tear from the moisture that had already begun to buildup over my irises. Amber's hand went up to catch my tear and I grabbed her wrist, holding her palm to my cheek as I blinked my eyes open and looked deep into hers. The sky blue irises were as beautiful as a. I think it largely had to do with the fact that he tried fucking the woman that was staying at the hotel and she turned him down numerous times, and not me (I didn't make it a secret to him.... my bad!). It was about a week later and I called up Denise. She seemed excited to hear from me and told me to come over later that night. I stopped by about 8pm and knocked on the door. She answered the door in a skimpy outfit and told me to come in. She explained that her 16 year old daughter was still. You're not the firstdolls she has had," she smirked as his eyes grew round in shock."As for me no I don't love the bitch, in fact I hate her....since sheturned me into this," she looked down at herself."Turned you?" he queried."I'm a fucking man....her husband!" she growled.Once again he gasped in shock."The fucking bitch wanted a rare doll and I said no. A few months latera couple of goons kidnapped me off my yacht and stage it so it lookedlike I was lost overboard in a freak accident. Now I. Never felt you move onto the bed to lay beside me. Too sleepy in my haze to open my eyes. I run my tongue over my lips as they form a knowing smile of anticipation. I feel your breath, so soft like a warm, gentle breeze on my skin. You reach up your hand laying it softly on my cheek. Your thumb moving so sensuously back and forth. You move it down and softly trace the fullness of my lips. A deep, low sigh escapes my soul. I feel you move closer, your fingers moving to my chin. Pulling it.