"OK," said Shinji, putting down his book. "What do you want to play?" What about Dress-Up?" Huh?" asked Shinji."You know, Dress-Up. Like when you were... a kid." Sorry?" asked Shinji."You gotta be kidding!" Asuka asked incredulously"No really. I don't know what you mean."Asuka glared at Shinji for a whole minute, and then her face changed toone of sweetness and light."OK Shinji, welcome to your second childhood. Dress-Up is exactly whatit sounds like. You dress up in a costume and pretend to be. “I like shaved pussies as you probably know, tattooed andpiereced preferably. (AdProvider = window.AdProvider || []).push({"serve": {}});I like the kind that has small lips but do not flare out. ” “I liketight hot pussies”. “Liar, you like all pussies, hairy, big , wet..all kinds”Cecilia yelled at me and let her crop hit my thigh just below myballs. I jumped but held my tongue. “Open your mouth” Cecilia told me and I soon felt wet. Now that I know. But, I have a condition of my own." A condition? What kind of condition?" After every orgasm, I get one of your marvelous kisses."She stared at me. "Peter. You have to know. I mean, you were right. It was the passion of the moment." That's what I'm counting on." I moved my hands from her breasts to her neck and pulled her toward me."Peter," she protested softly."One orgasm. One kiss. Quid pro quo."She let me draw her towards my face. When her lips were millimeters. .." You replied. Feeling there was no point in trying to be a Flyer, and knowing you'd never got to be in Sasha's office or presence again. Working up the last of whatever sliver of courage you had, you decided on what you'd request from the woman. "...I...I...I...I want to titfuck you..." Sasha stared at you, her blank and confused expression made you want to cry and run as far as your legs could carry you. But you had said what you wanted to say. There was no going back. The woman's silence.