As Alex came, Frankie squeezed her muscles down hard, hoping to feel himcuming. Alex held her tightly, still thrusting. Frankie felt connectedto her ...over's soul.As they lay together on the floor, kissing and caressing, Frankie feltAlex's hand touch the front of her panties. His fingers explored underthe elastic until he found her penis.As Alex touched the flaccid head, he murmured, "It's still so hard tobelieve."Frankie kissed him. It was all so perfect. She felt so much love in herheart for. You've stopped seeing the ones who helped you create me. And why? Because you think I turned out too good, that I make you look plain, frumpy, ugly? That's your fault. Two years of operations and conditioning, all the hypnotic teaching tapes. And you can't stand it."I sat on the edge of the bed. "Was it my fault that Dan wanted me over you? Did I even know you had the hots for him? Where you ever honest with me? No, you just put on your domme persona and told me what to do. And I did it. Oh, no. It was boring, the language horrible and the story way too girly. It hadsparked his ex`s interest for kink, though, which in turn had led him tomeeting Tammy. As Tammy, however, she found the book simply captivating.Yeah, sure, the sex scenes were tame compared to her own sex life, butshe felt she could relate to the main character in a completelydifferent way. The bus ride swooped by in no time, and she had a hardtime putting the book down to walk over to her hairdresser.Again, she had to. I am, don't worry," he replied unconvincingly. "No, you're not, Donte. Tell me what's wrong. Look at me!" Fahima demanded, she was getting more and more worried. Donte looked at Fahima with misty eyes, she could see that he was desperately determined to hold the floodgates closed. Seeing him like this hurt Fahima deeply. She took his giant black hands in hers and squeezed them, hoping that it would help him open up."I told my wife that I wanted to convert to Islam and become a Muslim. I.