"I want to ask you something," Roze whispered as she looked at Warren biting her lip. "Yes?" Roze sighed, "What would me...doing this make us?" Warren looked away from the fireplace and growled, "If this more about you're thinking of yourself as a w***e, I will show you how'd I'd treat a whore." Roze turned her head to hide her blushing cheeks.
Warren closed his eyes before taking a deep breath and tried to calm himself. Looking down at the detailed layout of his other preferences, he asked, "Does anything bother you on it? Something you see you need clarifying on, things you want to change?"
Picking up a red pen, Warren held it out for Roze, "This isn't just about me. You have to be willing and open to these things, if you don't think your body can handle it. You need to tell me, be ho
