“I love how it feels.” “Really, do you?” she said and she looked up at his face and he was smiling. “Yes, I do. Would you like to hold it in...your hand?” he asked. “Hold…hold your penis, really?” she said. “Ohhhhhh no, I don’t know about that.” “Nooooo, it’ll be fine,” he told her. “Just relax and put it in the palm of your hand.” Very slowly, she did what he told her to do. It felt incredibly awesome she thought as once she took hold of it and held it lightly she looked up to make sure he was. I can't change on your whim."Richie was struck into silence. He believed someone with far more brains than he, like Jason or Cassie, could think of a dozen ways to interpret that, yet his meager senses could think of only one.She was the Darkness' slave and nothing more. She had no fight left in her. He was talking to little more than a puppet. His earlier failure felt like lead bricks lining his shoulders. Panic and despair spawned the ridiculous notion that, had he talked to his father. That's what we're going to do here. It's a lot more fun to make money than to lose money."We loaded garbage bags until finished with three full bags of paper that had no meaning. Some of the garbage was crazy, off-the-wall religious tracts and some of it was hopelessly out of date sales literature. Mitch's office was bare but clean when we finished. I said, "Now, you can personalize it." I grinned. "If nothing else, put pictures of Melody in there so others have something pleasant to look at. I creep up behind you and put my hand over your mouth and push you into the doorway, face first...With my left hand, I push my clean hanky into your mouth to stop you screaming... i push you forward, off balance and you have to put your arms out to stop yourself falling over...with my free hands i pull your dress up and tear a hole in your tights, feeling the soft satin of your panties as I do! this just turns me on even more...i spread your legs which puts more pressure on your arms as you.