20. Knowing he's watching me. I love putting on a show for him, rubbing my hands over my body, touching myself, showing him, inch by inch, a slow teas.... 21. Someone speaking a foreign language. I'm like Jamie Lee Curtis in A Fish Called Wanda, I absolutely melt into a puddle when I hear a foreign language being spoken. 22. Baby oil. I love the smell of baby oil, the feel of it against my skin, pooling it in my hands and spreading it over his smooth expanse of flesh. I especially love a baby oil. ‘Why do dragons have a PR department?’ I ask, dumbfounded. ‘It’s actually a new development here!’ Trishka explains, a gleam in her eye. ‘In fact, I was part of the group that made it. A few of the slaves here got together and decided that the dragons needed to work on their public image. So, we pitched the idea to the dragons in charge, and now we have our own office! And now, since you’re our first visitors, we’ve decided to do a dry run of a touring process so we can help spread word of how. "Hi, Honey. Nice to see you again. For now, just call me Gerry," he says.Why is it that if you have a bunch of Americans, there's always one called Gerry? And of course, he calls me 'Honey'.I'm still standing in the doorway."Well, come on in Honey. Come on in and sit right down!" Do I have a choice?" I'm finding the combination of his polite tone and the fact I'm handcuffed confusing, to say the least.He laughs. "Gee, you Brits are all so droll. Nope, you ain't got no choice at all. And, to. I should have stopped her, but I couldn’t. I mean I could have, but I didn’t want to. I wanted her to take my hard cock in her smooth warm hand and let her fingers gently caress it. While she gently rubbed my cock, she also was rubbing my back. Her body was tight against mine. She looked straight ahead as though she was really interested in what Christine was saying. I had no idea at that time if she was still even telling her story. I felt Sarah’s hand move to the top of my shorts and loosen.