“Tell me you want me to stroke your lovely, sexy, soft, cunt. Tell me.”“Oh fucking hell!” she said. “Fucking, fucking hell – Yes! I want...you to finger it.”“Finger what?”“Finger my – cunt! You bastard. There I’ve said it. I want you to finger my CUNT!”“Good girl,” I said softly. “Now you will always call it that for me.” I said softly and knelt on the floor, easing her clothes fully up and parting her legs.“What are you....Oh my God! Oh no, You can’t lick me there Ohhhhh! Fuck what is. On you. I’ve had my share of ‘vanilla’ sex, so I’m going to see if the theory of dominance and arousal is true. And you are going to be my test subject.” Carolyn shivered, and felt his lips come down on hers, burning with need and pent up frustration, because she was his professor, and this was forbidden territory. Travis pulled her up from the chair, one hand holding both of hers. She could feel his slender, delicate hand holding both of hers with a surprising amount of strength. His other. It was real.But when? Would she not recall it? It had been so long.She was certain of that.“I think,” Andi said, “that I experience these imageswhen I am most connected with you. That is why theyoccur when we make love. And when we’re asleep… Idon’t know. Perhaps we are symbiotic then, too.”“I don’t know,” Jezebel thought aloud. “I dreamt aboutthis man, too. When you were asleep I dreamt for thefirst time in many years. I. Tenderly, he looked into her eyes and said, “Tell me what you want and it is yours.”Her eyes searched his, seeking any guile or deception. She felt that if he truly liked her then his body would be responding to her presence. Yet, he sat there flaccid and apparently physically uninterested in her. She wondered if he couldn’t see her need. She feared that if he was to see it, that he would take advantage of her. Years of pursuit by mindless males had built huge walls of distrust of masculine.