She plunged two fingers into the girl's pussy, scraping them along the insides of the girl's love-hole as Miranda squirmed and moaned more plaintively... "Welcome to the party Caela," Ashley said with an evil grin. "Jake, get her on her knees and hand her that knife."Caela looked bewildered as Jake thrust her beside the prostrate Derek and handed her a wicked-looking knife maybe four inches long."What…what do you want me to do with this?" the slender slave-girl asked. Mistress Ashley's grin. “So you kiss each woman depending on what they want? How the heck do you know when you first meet someone?”Em fidgeted a moment, speaking slowly. “I draw them out. As they open up, I drill down, discovering what they want. Most people love talking about themselves, so it’s easy getting them to reveal their hidden desires. So when we finally kiss, I understand how to approach it. As you said, each girl searches for something different. Sometimes it’s not what their previous girlfriend did, some. The general assumption is women want big and thick members, rigid and unyielding, staying power and litres of semen.True, but only if you have plastic tits, an Oscar winning ability to mouth, 'Oh Yeah', long blond hair and short black roots, tats and nipple piercings, and finally an ability to fuck like a machine.All the above is the modern version of the 'Old Blow-Up Doll', from the previous generation, a manifestation of the female form, a step-up from sticking your cock into a melon.Of. I told yes but please don't be gone long. She kissed me and got ready for her meeting.She dressed in a hot, hot little tiny dress with sexy high heels and as usual a skimpy thong. When she was ready to go she looked amazing and I kissed her goodbye. It was 11 at night when she left.Well my imagination took over, I kept looking at the clock and estimating where she was and what she was dong at that moment. The feeling of waiting for the woman you love to come home after fucking a stranger to.