"I guess... I miss her." Who?" Someone very special to both of us. Her name is Suzi Aster." Suzi Aster... " I echoed as I struggled to recall anything...about her."Even when I was going around raping girls, plotting to somehow get back at you for all I thought you did to me, I loved her. But I couldn't control myself sometimes, and I was afraid of hurting her so I stayed away from her. Now she knows all about what I did. I don't think I could handle seeing it in her eyes." Seeing what?" I said as. Tossing on a pair of shorts and a white t-shirt, Lacie painted on some quick makeup and bounced out of her room, headed down to breakfast. As she walked, Lacie felt butterflies fill her stomach. Master had asked if she wanted to spend the day with him, and Lacie had agreed to before he’d even really finished asking. His quirky, lopsided, roguish, (and seriously cuter than it had any right to be) grin had grown on his face at her eagerness, and Lacie had blushed as she realized she’d overplayed. I worried about the impact that would have on the two of you, whether or not Dave participated, and then into the future if I became modestly famous how I’d still preserve my anonymity.“So with Christie’s help, I searched for a smaller company, getting a good recommendation from her. The guy’s name that runs it is Mike Holiday, and I watched him filming at the motel by the Interstate with his girlfriend and fiancée Clarisse. He’s a one-man shop, only does modest promotions, but rakes in some. I can’t wait any longer, one look into your eyes says you are feeling the same way. I rise above you, and straddle your hips. I feel you as you position your hard shaft at the entrance to my pussy. Just the feel of you as you stretch the small entrance to my womanhood is enough to send me over the edge. As I lower myself down upon your hard shaft you let out a long sigh. This gives me an overwhelming feeling of control. I want to please you as much as you please me. I want to see the desire.