Margret's voice had that familiar sound of superiority and satisfaction,and I suddenly became aware that we both were completely naked, and thather ar...s had been wrapped around me the entire time. "Well, well... itappears that my precious little one is wide awake." Margret and I wereexactly the same height, but she enjoyed talking to me as though I weresignificantly shorter. She knew that I got off on it, and I silentlycontinued to suckle. She began kissing the top of my head, slowly. He was staring intently at her open robe and had half turned, giving her another view of the bulge in his pants. 'He obviously likes what he sees,' she thought, and another tingle raced thru her body. Before Jeze could react Dennis began to blush and suddenly turned away. "I'm sorry Mrs. Johnson, I didn't mean to stare," he stammered out. Somewhat flattered that she could still have such an affect on a young man Dennis' age she said, "That's alright Dennis, it's perfectly natural for a young. “It’s true!”It was true. Indeed, she immediately proved it with the smoldering gaze she gave me, despite her protests.“That’s a silly way to score things,” she said primly after composing herself. “I don’t know where you came up with the idea that you can just make things up whenever we play a game, but I don’t need any help from weird-ass rules, thank you. I’m up one-zip, fair and square!”I just shook my head and laughed. “We’ll just have to settle it tomorrow, then. But now that I’m onto your. ”Marsha laughed. “You’ll be fine. Anyone who can come up with that kind of analysis is never going to be a slave. Yeah maybe you might have fun with some sub tendencies but I can’t see you sinking into it. When I was her slave, I knew I didn’t have to worry about a thing. There was a weird kind of freedom in letting everything go... Everything — I let the world go. I can’t see you doing that.”“Is that why you got on with Candy? Seeing something in her you identified with?”“I’m not an.