She wanted to fuck him then and there but thought, "not on the first date" and whispered it was time to take her home.They turned into the apartment c...omplex and she moved his hand to her knee as she did her best to straighten her skirt and slip. Bart parked the truck and they kissed a few times, his hand moving up her thighs and her moving it back to her knee, giggling. She slid back across the seat by the door and Bart took the hint, exiting the truck to open her door. Her skirt and slip fell. Maybe some polish for my toes. I start to lift my head and catch sight of the bag that I put on the bed before my shower. It now lies on the floor as well as the boxes of it content. My gaze moves over to the bed and I see you sitting there, your back against the wall. I feel myself blush as I look into your lust-filled eyes. I haven’t seen you for days and that’s why I bought the toys. You’re holding the dildo in one hand in the other the anal wand. You consider the wand for a moment before. I couldn't have been more sure about anything. And I couldn't wait any longer.I can now understand why the consummation of marriage is such an important ritual in some cultures. Since Sunday, when Kay planted the first seeds of hope in my mind, all through dinner, we were dealing with 'theory, ' with 'potential.' But as the night wore on, I wanted ... I needed it to become 'actual.' It was like there was this clock ticking away, and the longer we waited, the antsier I got. We, as a couple, were. ”Lela, Laura ... why had anyone bothered to change her name in the first place when they are that similar? Just because he could, I suppose. Maybe this is some kind of power demonstration or a tradition. I realize that I have no idea about the practical side of slavery. And that I don’t really need to find out.“Okay, Laura. Please don’t call yourself Lela again. That part of your life is over. Do you have a family somewhere?”“Yes, a sister and my parents. At least I hope so.”Her impassive face.