It was a pointless exercise in optimism though as he easily immobilized her again. “I’m impressed Irish. That was a hell of a sentence,” he said...between receding chuckles. “Did you even breathe once?” Sienna went completely tense in his arms for all of three seconds before leaning forward slightly and then whipping her head back as one of her brothers had taught her, trying to slam into his chin. When she missed and thumped against his collar bone she ranted at him viciously, which only caused. Relief ran over her like a wave as she read: “I'll do it, be there soon.” Time slowed down for me however, Saturday couldn't come quickly enough. But pretty soon, I'd finally be able to finish what I started with that slut. I moved around anxiously all evening, waiting for that clock to hit eight. What felt like years had passed and eight had arrived, I however was crawling up the wall in anticipation. This little slut had snuck her way into every one of my thoughts like a fucking ninja and I. " Absolutely," Kelli nodded. "Meg, do your friends and Mitch's friends get along? Are you two able to share friends? Are there shared interests between the two groups?" Oh sure," Meg answered. "We had some friends in common before we became a couple. That's really how we met. I have a few friends who probably wouldn't fit in with Mitch's crowd, but they're what I call my 'A&F' friends. If I didn't work there they wouldn't want me as a friend. I'm too much of a nerd otherwise. So, no by that. Seven and eight inches of vanilla, with the occasional nine thrown in, as a welcome surprise. I could handle ‘average’ all night.By the time this happened I’d been on the island long enough and, been schooled enough, by my girlfriends, that I knew how to operate without getting into trouble. I’d met ‘Sir Roger’ and decided I’d try being ‘kept’ for a while and see how that went. He was already spoiling the hell out of me.Now I was TS about 90% of the time, loving it and getting laid often enough.