Any pretense of restraint has disappeared. I’ve always been a sex addict, and my actions are showing just how addicted I am. I’m in my own world n...w. The world of sexual pleasure. A world in which it is only me and the fingers of my two hands as they take me further-and-further and deeper-and-deeper down the path of no return.‘I must free my breasts,’ I think as I reach back to pull down the zipper my dress and manage to clumsily unclasp the back-strap of the bra. Afterwards, I manage to push. A difference is not a flaw. I love your breasts, yet I don't have any of my own. Does that make me flawed?" Of course not, Sam. It isn't normal for men to have breasts, so that can't be a flaw." Precisely, we determine our flaws by comparing ourselves to what we believe is the norm, but what is the purpose of this norm, other than force people to conform?" I guess people are more comfortable with predictability, so gravitate toward what is familiar." So true, Meara. Yet, is this truly what's in. She looked quite peaceful, so Lonji simply sat himself between her legs to watch and wait. Kyla returned to consiousness slowly, stretching and rolling onto her side. Her leg bumped something that tingled against her skin and didn't quite feel all the way there. She blinked the sleep from her eyes and froze when she saw that she had her legs wrapped loosely around the incoporeal form of her warden. Suddenly remembering what his cock had felt like inside her, Kyla felt her loins start to moisten. It was then i remembered the card he had placed in my pocket and proceeded to take it out and have a look what it said, it had an address on it not to far from where we had been and the name Thomas on it, that was all a very bland card i thought if he was a buisness man.I left it a week and decided to give it a go just to see what this man was all about and what he had in mind for me.I found the house parked up and made my way to the front door, the house was very big and rather old looking not.