When going for this stuff, she’d be at her usual place, on the bed, but with these costumes on. My curses (and her moans) would be slightly modified...to fit the narrative for that day. I never wore a special costume or dived too deep into role-play.But she always understood what I would like to see and hear from her. On top of the necessary protection we used and all the nonsense makeup stuff she put on, it must’ve cost up to a lot over all that time. But she never mentioned money to. We headed off to the prom at around 7:30 we arrived in style with that hummer limo, I must admit I ditched my prom date when I saw my best friend Molly in the crowd we took so many photos together I had always had a little crush on her when I got into the prom many girls that I had never really looked at before looked like 10's in their prom dresses I just couldn't stop staring at one point Molly went to grab my hand and brush my dick she noticed I had a hard on and took me into the washroom,. Silence. He stopped and his head tilted to the side, what? That milky voice again, full of curiousity. He removed the tape gently from my lips. The cat was out of the bag so I had to own up to it… I…I said…I said please… My voice cracked and was weak compared to the authority in his. Please what then? He demanded. I was quiet…but he twisted and rolled my nipple til I cried it out- Please dont stop…! Im not sure if he waited a long time or if it just felt like forever before he actually. Is it a newfound religion? Not likely. Is it drugs? No… well, maybe. But it’s also something else, something much more magical. No, literally, it’s a magic book.That’s right, hidden throughout the world are these special little hardcover books with slightly worn red leather bindings just begging to be found. They look inconspicuous enough, and most people won’t even remember how they ended up with one, but when they are opened, only a single phrase is printed on the first page a prospective.