And so does 'wee-wee'." You could call it my dick," he said. "You could call it my cock." Your cock?" she said, giggling again. "Oh, great, and what a...imal name does my part have?" Umm, pussy, actually," he said."Those don't match at all," she said. "What does a cock have to do with a pussy? One's a mammal, one's a bird. Couldn't they have at least got that right?" Well, you could call yours a flamingo if you wanted," he said.She rolled her eyes. "Right, that's attractive. But in the. I felt guilty talking to her, knowing what had transpired between Javier and I. My thoughts were interrupted by the ringing of my phone. It was Chad. It was six-thirty in the morning. What could Chad possibly want?“My friends want to know if they can pay you to go golf with them this morning.”“Chad, I don’t golf. Plus, it’s six-thirty in the morning.”“Their tee time isn’t until after nine. Plus, you don’t need to golf. You’d just drive one of the carts, get the guys beers when they need. ” He said as he lit a couple of tea light candles. As they chatted over cheese, meat, and crackers seagulls inched closer to see what they could get. The sky was a purple shade of pink as vibrant oranges danced across the spotty clouds. After a while Master took a seat on a beach chair while his Slave headed down to the water. As she enjoyed the waves he was snapping candid photos coyly. He smiled admiring her rare beauty that shined from the inside and all over on the outside. It pleased. This left my hands free to run under her blouse and play with her breasts freely. At the same time, I could whisper into her ear how great it felt having her against me. I tried to slide her bra up over her breasts, but it seemed too tight, and Michelle pulled away saying it was hurting her. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to hurt you, it’s just that you are so beautiful that I can’t help wanting to love you all over.” “I know what you mean,” she whispered, “I want to be closer to you too.” .