He didn't have to -- Reggie wasn't his -- but he did, and Reggie -- and I -- knew it immediately.I could question Master about this or I could keep my... mouth shut; I chose to do the latter, instinctively. Digging in Master's background and playing psychoanalytical games was certain to piss him off, I figured.There was nothing, awake or asleep, that Master had demanded of me that I wasn't prepared -- even happy -- to give. He could -- probably will -- find something -- but he hasn't yet. I've. “You were gonna let her do it weren't you?” “Do what?” “Oh don't give me that “do what?” line, she gives you that puppy dog face and you're like putty in her hands!” “Well if anyone knows that I guess it would be you, right?” I smirked. “Hey that's different, when I do it its out of love, when they do it its out of lust.” “Yeah, but sometimes your motives aren't always so pure, but its ok, I like that anyway.” “You better, I don't use my good moves on just any ol body,” she said as she then. Instead, I was watching what she wanted. I would place my hand on her inner thigh whenever there was anything romantic on the screen, or place my arm around her when something “touching” or “warm-and-fuzzy” was unfolding. She’d grab my wrist gently and pull my exploring hand away because she wanted to see the movie, not interested in my advances. Moments like this I wish I was with a teenager who was hormonal driven instead of the older, wiser, prick-teaser who is particular about the foreplay. I was gone for a few years, but I'm back now. You know, Tommy, I really was stupid in high school."OK, that was the flaky Sissy that Tom remembered. She could change topics right in the middle of a sentence and not even slow down. "What do you mean?" Well, I was so determined to stay a virgin that I missed out on a lot of good times. I've learned a lot about life, and myself, in the last few years. I'm a very erotic woman now. I don't just like sex, I crave it. I know how much you wanted me.