"What do you want?" You're my woman for a period to be negotiated. Full access. I don't treat you nasty and the subject of money is between you and me... As far as your friends and relatives are concerned, we're dating. I was going to shoot for the weekend, but you need more money than I can justify for just a weekend." What is full access?" Regular sex, when and how I want it. I don't embarrass you in public, but you don't say no in private. I buy food, but you feed me. You handle my action as. From between her legs, upside down pale blue eyes sparkled with amusement at me, her arms wrapped around her legs.“What’s the matter, Lightfoot? You look uncomfortable.”With a bright laugh, she straightened and strolled into the bathroom, her gorgeous buttocks moving up and down in counterpoint; so goddamned sexy!Standing suddenly, I shucked my jeans, tugged off my shirt without unbuttoning it, and, moving towards the bathroom, dropped my boxers and kicked them off along the way. My erection. Then once it was connected, I pulled myself down– or in this case up– my left leg and after a lot of grunting and straining got it clipped into place.The T-bar, meanwhile, was flopping around between my legs. I reached down and pulled it up against my cunt. I arched my back slightly, lifting my body into the air while I pushed my feet outward from my body as best as I could and held the bar against my crotch. My shoulders slid against the blanket and again I heard clicking. When I stopped. The first order of business, the two agree on is finding food. They’re not starving, but it sure feels like it to them and they have finished the rations they were provided with a day ago. Neither of them has ever had to go any significant length of time without a meal before this. It is a feeling they do not like.Following the delicious aromas, they purchase two portions (500g per portion) of cooked fowl that tastes nothing like chicken. The flavor is out of this world is the first thought.