You sleep okay?”“After you held me. I need to do that, you know ... When I’m bothered, get you to hold me.” Holding him, I slide my hands up u...der the T-shirt –we both sleep in them – and fasten them on his waist above his hips, pulling him against me to illustrate ‘holding me’.“So damned beautiful, Gee,” he says, almost reverently. His nose goes straight into the mess that is my ‘pillow hair’. I know what love is. This is part of it. And that part of him that I was fascinated with, the. ”“Shoot?” she repeated, her eyes only partly focused.“Shoot in my pussy?” she said.“Ohhhhh fuck,” moaned Mark as he heard her words. Heleaked, letting some pre-cum into her pussy. “I mean it Julie,” he said. “I have to take it out nowor I’ll shoot off in your pussy.” Nothing, of course, was stopping him from pulling out.Julie didn’t have anything to say about it in theposition they were in. He had all the control. But. I remain convinced that what had made the difference was that I did not consider Abby as just a plaything, though she was a delight to play with. I saw her as a person. I was convinced that treating her as a woman made her into a woman. Since other purchasers would just treat their toys as toys, it was unlikely that what had happened to Abby would ever take place again.We had also reached a point where Abby could have enrolled at any university and obtained a Ph.D. in almost any subject she. ’ ‘Oh.’ +++ The small walled enclosure was badly crumbled, and climbing in would not have been that daunting for me, but it was the sort of thing I was used to. Once inside, a quick survey with flashlights told me others had not found it daunting either — there were remnants of a picnic and several empty bottles of wine near the remains of a campfire. I picked up a bottle: cheap stuff, with a date two years ago. ‘Young lovers can’t resist a secluded spot,’ Jose said. ‘Though I’m not sure how.