Everyone chattered non-stop about their trip except me.I sat in the far back and volunteered to have the small bags stuffed on the floor and seat besi...de me, all the way home, so I could be alone and think about you.It's Monday night, and I can't believe I met my true love just seven days ago! Every girl dreams about the day she meets her one and only, and my day finally came. When you helped me up after I tumbled off the ski lift, you smiled when I slipped trying to get up, and I lost my heart,. Most guys cannot admit how greatthis feels." He said, his finger still knuckle deep inside me. I pushedagainst his movements, and felt myself recovering and becoming arousedagain."How did you learn to do that?" I asked."Lots of practice during medical school. I actually practiced on my roommate till we both got it right. It's not all that complicated. Would youlike to try?"By now my erection had returned, quicker than recent memory could recall."Are you sure?" Yeah, no problem. It's all in the. She had her own job that she really did not need. She kept working just so she could get a discount and not get bored. But all of that changed last New Year’s Eve. It all changed because for my Christmas present, I asked to be her slave for a year.We had played sexual games in the past. Sometimes she would capitulate and give into my desires to be submissive. Sometimes she just felt horny and wanted sex on her terms without all the fuss and bother. She was not into bondage, whips, or. ” “Care to elaborate?” “Later.” “You know you’re going to spill the beans.” “Good luck with that.” “Seems you’ve left me with no other options. I’ll have to bring out the tickle torture. I’ve been saving it for just a situation like this.” “I’m not ticklish.” It seemed she didn’t think that I’d noticed that during sex and other times fooling around, I’d noticed certain spots were ticklish, I just never pushed that button with her. “Let’s see. There’s the spot right at the bottom of your.