“Pity you aren’t a painter.” She said mysteriously changing the subject.“Okay, I’ll bite. Why a painter?”“I’ve never been asked up to ...see a man’s etchings.” She said laughing hard.I joined in before suggesting, “does that mean you want to come up and see my photos?”“I might, but not tonight.”“I like the sound of that.” I said, grinning.“Thought you might.” She then smirked. “You’re just a dirty old man.”“Guilty as charged, though I like the idea because it means I get to see you again.” I said,. Rogeralso often bought bedroom outfits for me for the short while we weretogether. He even took me on a trip as his girlfriend. He struck a chordof curiosity in me and also exposed a personal lustfulness I never beforehad admitted to myself.The sensuality Roger exposed me to, created a thirst to learn more aboutmyself and whether or not "surrender" was real or just some wildly novel,odd phenomenon. I didn't think that that submissiveness was anything morethan a temporary feeling or experience.. The reply was that he would be available from Friday after work, was that soon enough, and asked of the changes. Slowly and deliberately she wrote her reply, yes Friday was OK, and the changes were rules, the first that he must show no mercy, he must stick rigidly to his promises, regardless of her condition, as she had wanted this scenario for so long now, she felt it was a must. Did he understand that? With bated breath she waited the reply which to her relief simply said, “I promise,” She. When she lathered up, she couldn’t help think about how creamy her hand felt after jerking Rick off. Rick suggested her wanted to do something with her; Amaya couldn’t believe he was willing to cheat on beautiful Helen. It made Amaya feel sexy and desirable on a very lustful level; like being with Chris.Thoughts of Chris made her groan. He hadn’t called yesterday, well unless he was Wesley. But if he were Wesley, would he really have him masturbate his roommate’s boyfriend? For some reason,.