After a few minutes you let out a little gasp and a moan, it seems the dream you are having is pretty good. You start to mumble softly, harder, faster... A smile creeps across my face watching you squirm under that blanket. You moved around so much that the blanket has fallen away, you seem to be sweating a bit so maybe you were to warm. I watch a little while longer and I notice your hand starting to make its way between your legs. You slowly spread your thighs apart while you start to rub your. "Yuck." I cracked up at her response, but wondered if there was a story there."Let me show you my room," she suggested as soon as I'd seen all of the pictures. "I wanted you to see it right away," she said, lowering her voice, "but I didn't want my parents to see us running off into my room the first chance we got." That was probably a good idea," I concurred. I kept the Ya think? quiet in my head.Inez's room was small but tastefully furnished. The first thing that caught my eye was a poster of. As a result of this, you have now just become infinitely more important and more valuable to him. He now sees you in very different light than he did before. This will change the way he thinks of you and how he treats you. He will try hard not to disapoint you and he will be eager to please you. If, by chance, he digresses and treats you in a way that you find unacceptable, simply say, 'One more week...'. He will know exactly what that means, and you will see the look of regret in his eyes as. ..' Greta paused and picked up acouple of straps, held them up and admired the twin rows of raised metal studson the inside face. Turning back towards Agnes, she bent over and fastenedthem around the upper thighs. 'There we are, perfection at last! I think youmight appreciate those little teasers there. All you have to do to avoid themhurting yourself is to lie perfectly still, otherwise, whenever your legs move,you may experience, as my dentist says, some momentary discomfort.' Greta.