Fucking intense or what?"Next." I snapped myself back into reality, Little Miss Annoying operating the till beckoned me to begin loading my shopping o...nto the conveyor belt. "Are you o.k. to bag your own shopping?" she mumbled. I wanted to say "No, i've got a hard on in my jeans and I want that woman over there to drop to her knees in front of all of you and wank me off", but when I opened my mouth it came out as "No, i'm fine. I'll take a few bags though." Miss Annoying obliged, passed me some. We better continue the date tomorrow evening if you like and go out. How about we just play some cards, have a drink and turn in early, what about you Lucas?”I agreed, I do like her, but the date seemed a bit dull and absent minded except the adventure of fantasizing about her lace panties and the wet spot. I am not having my hopes up that this relationship is going anywhere, maybe a disappointment to my friends. But I made a decision; I wanted to give it a chance.So I said, “Ok Debra, sorry to. What was wrong with kids these days? It was probably the Internet; not like back in the late Eighties. Of course, she had done this sort of thing herself at the age of eight or nine, but that was only her and one or two other kids. She was sure things were worse today.The man was trying not to laugh. Every kid did this sort of thing, or at least they all had back in the mid-Eighties when he was ten or however old these two were. They probably deserved a solid grounding, but he wasn’t going to. Knowing that her ownerloved her should be such an enormous turn-on for her, Lydia hadexplained. Lita wanted to rub herself around her husband every time shesaw the tattoo.Lita got her own tattoo of James' name on the inner side of her leftwrist, so that she would always be looking at it; she never wanted to lethim out of her mind for longer than absolutely necessary. She also had abeautiful cursive version of it tattooed on her left breast so that itwas on show to him when he fucked her..