I don’t need, in the delicate terminology of some of my contemporaries, a fuck-toy or a friend with benefits. I sit at the table on Saturday evening... in the community pavilion and I see couples. I see them and I think of Mom and Dad and I think ‘Tara, you deserve no less than that. Accepting less than that would dishonor your parents and five thousand years of tradition’.”I’m Jewish. Mom and Dad, natch. Rather rare in Georgia, and somewhere back in the family history our Middle-European name had. Jack didn’t say I couldn’t play with myself, Emily mused. She vaguely remembered being at the pool party at Dawn’s house for some reason, something about maybe someone saying that Jack wouldn’t like it if they played with themselves, or something weird like that, butpurpleEmily didn’t think that sounded right anymore, for some reason. At least not for her. So she took a seat in one of Jack’s swivel chairs, taking care to gently place the briefcase down next to the half-eaten cartons of Chinese. “You are only limited by your imagination, Mr. Renard. If you don't want to go dark, you don't have to. Tell me what you desire most and it is yours.”I didn't reply to her for a moment and pretended to be considering her offer. I decided to try and get under her skin and hope that she would divulge a clue to what I was up against. “Anything?” I asked with a hint of feigned curiosity.The expression on her face changed when I asked the question. She believed that she had just closed the deal for. As I started writing back to her I felt a hand behind me groping my ass, I didn't hear him get up."You still need to write back? You didn't get enough?" He said in my ear.He was still naked to and I felt his hard dick sliding between my thighs which made me twitch."No, don't worry" I said "And she won't be here all day"He bent me over, facing the glass door, I could see the street in front of me, if anyone passed by they could see us. He licked his fingers and rubbed my hole, I couldn't resist.