“So you been with many centaurs before?” she asked, trailing a finger along the wood of the table top, a curious look on her face.Jason raised an ...eyebrow, “Actually, you’re the first I’ve ever been on a date with. I knew a couple in University and I’ve worked with a couple, though.”“Mm, I’m surprised. Usually, people tend to ask a thousand questions.” He smiled, “Figured that might be rude. And it’s not like I don’t know things about centaurs in general. That, and I want to get to know who you. Knowing that your gratitude for me causes you to be in an intense sexually aroused state will make me very happy.?Her eyes suddenly became very sensual, ?Really? Oh, that does feel so good. Thank you!??I can tell that you have a difficult time keeping your thoughts to yourself, but you are going to learn a new communication system to help you with that. I am going to teach you a new way to communicate. If you want to express appreciation you may say, ‘Thank you, Master,’ and if you want to ask. I****t wasn’t exactly an accepted thing in her family but it did happen and they all pretty much tried to keep it a secret instead of advertising it. My mom had gotten married when she was just 16, at least that’s what she told me. Actually I knew that 16 was when she got pregnant with me but hadn’t ever married the guy. He was only a year older than she was. I found out much later that they had been having sex for years, ever since his twelfth birthday. I guess she was a wild c***d with a. Through the week we talked several times over the phone. None of it was about sex. Each call was about Jake or things at the house that she suddenly needed. Except that we met again at Crossroads; the second meeting was nothing like the first. Holly came in just a couple of minutes after me. The restaurant was busy but even with all the hustle and bustle, noise and confusion it was impossible not to notice her. She looked fantastic. She was wearing a dark blazer and a thin silk top. Her brief.