My hands made their way down her sexy body and I put them on her hips and lifted her so she was sitting on me.She looked down at me her long hair fall...ng around her face. She looked like a goddess with her long hair and had told her that the one time so she decided to keep it that long. She leaned down and kissed me again and I started pulling up her shirt and she stopped me. I looked at her face and she blushed. “I don’t want you to see the scar” Jennifer said and I shook my head and took her. The silky fabric caressed every square inch of me. It felt cool against my legs as I took a step and it moved independently from my movements.I realized I had been out of the shower long enough to draw attention so slipped my sweat clothes back on over the slip. I tucked it down as well as I could and went to my room after wishing Mom and Dad goodnight. I stripped out of my boy clothes and walked around the room like some model on the runway. I loved feeling the slip move across my body and. Right." Master, is there something I should know about?" asked Jane, her blue eyes innocent and wide. She really was getting that look down."No, slave, there is not," said Ken."I'm sorry, Master," said Jane with a half-smile. "Will you be whipping your slave now?" You're such a slut," smiled Ken."Yes, Sir, of course, Sir. But I'm your slut," she replied. "Does that mean you'll beat me now?" she continued hopefully."No, you little brat! Now, scoot." said Ken.Sighing melodramatically, she left.. But there was never that spark that electrified me.Eva was unique in that sense. It felt good to be with her. I'm not talking about the sex here. That was fantastic, but the reason I wanted to go back was because she was fun to be with, no matter what we were doing. And we hadn't done all that much, up to that point, that might be considered potential for non-sexual fun.But, just as I had backed off from potential mates in the past, some of them had backed away from me too, when I didn't.