" What are you saying, Izzy? Jay will show me and please me?" Never mind right now, Tiff. Let's get back to my story." "While I was staying with Jay..., we began to form a bond, a very deep bond. I was drawn to him the very first night I stayed at his house. Nothing happened between us those first six weeks. We talked, laughed, took long weekend vacations and get aways together. He became my best friend. And I began, with his slight ways, to become his little girl. I wanted to do. I was so utterly blown away that when the orgasm had washed through me, I sprawled on the couch, as limp as a puppet whose strings have been cut.Whilst I lay there, gasping for breath, the woman took her opportunity to rise and cross quickly to a cabinet standing in a corner behind the couch. This took her out of my view for a moment, but my head was still spinning and I gave it little attention – until a moment later, when she stalked back into view with a viciously-long dildo projecting like. He kissed her. She kissed him back. They did this for hours, just sitting together, being together and kissing. He ran her a bath and bathed her. He threw away the clothes that she had worn on the streets without telling her, he never wanted to see her in them again. He massaged her, and she moaned with every touch. She could not believe how amazing it made her body feel. Sometimes it hurt a little, but it reached the core of her muscles and she felt light as a feather afterwards. He took her. As I brushed my teeth, I recalled Arlene’s notice of free continental breakfast. A few muffins and a hot cup of coffee would do the trick just fine right now. I put on a pair shorts and a tee shirt. “Patricia, you want me to bring you something to eat?” I asked. “No, just let me sleep for a little bit longer,” she responded. She turned onto her back, bundled herself under the covers and continued sleeping. As I walked through the lobby towards the small dining area, I saw Arlene. “I hope.