This was her. Amelia constantly switched between her friendly, amicable side and this soft dominating nature. Like she didn’t know what she wanted ...o be, but also like she knew exactly. It didn’t feel forced or cliché. It was her. Laughing one second and then wanting to have control the next. “Looks like I got you pinned down!” she whispered. “Looks like it.” “Try to get out!” “Maybe I don’t want to get out! Maybe I want to be at your mercy.” “I like how you see it. You really are at my. You imagine them cupped in your hand. "Okay Jenny, what's going on" you ask warily, while still staring at Bradley's balls. "It's his birthday, Jess. I thought we could give him a nice surprise." Bradley looks from Jenny, to you, and back to Jenny again. "Jesus Christ, Jenny, I never thought..." he finally whispers, ceasing his struggles. You wonder what's going through his mind. Actually, you wonder what's going through your own mind. Why would Jenny do this to him? And why do it with you? As. * A short while later I was back at the terminal, all traces of my two hours of passion with Charles scrubbed and rinsed away. Dorothy must have felt the same way when she returned to Kansas from Oz: Had my adventure been real or was it just a dream? The crowd of passengers had thinned as flight after flight had been cancelled. My flight was one of the few left on the departure screen saying 'Delayed' and not 'Cancelled'. The predicted departure time slipped again and again making me hope. He said to come to this address and we would all have some fun with the fuck slut! Then we would leave her tied up for her husband when he, um, you! Got home in 2 days, but you are home early huh?”I laughed and told him to relax, Then I said “Go get this Buddy of yours and bring him out here, I need to talk to him!” “Scrawny” did just that, as Phil walked out the door my right fist caught him square in the nose and jaw and he dropped like a stone, blood splattered the wall and his limp body.