down to my face with her left hand. She placed it along the side of my face and eased the thumb between my lips, so I sucked on it hungrily, as if I could get a meal from it, or some other kind of reward. "You’re right, of course," she said. "I would never share you with anyone. I would get jealous of them if they got pleasure from that lovely skilled tongue of yours. Somehow though, I don’t image myself with a boyfriend; let alone imagine myself getting married. I don