I couldnt take my eyes off of those beautifully soft mounds of flesh. They look so inviting to touch, to lick and to suckle. I moved my hands down to ...he waistband of my shorts and then I hesitated. Do you want to take off my last piece of clothing, my underwear? I suddenly asked. I know I would like to remove yours myself. Now she was flustered. She turned an even darker color of red. Where is the girl with all of the self confidence? She was turning into a bashful little girl, one who wanted. “Fine,” Shawna said.She finished her stroke, and I heard her walk towards the door, and it all but slam as I assumed Dana went with her. Oddly enough, I could almost feel the first drops of precum drip onto my abdomen.I do not know how long I continued to lay in my pseudo-drunken stupor. It was less that I was drunk and more that my body was getting revenge for my poor treatment of it. I could have laid there a week or half a second, but I could not open my eyes, nor even move. The opening of. I pulledit all the way up to the top, at the back of my head.The zip simply disappeared from my hands. Quietly and with no fuss, itwas there one moment and gone the next. I barely had time to registerwhat had happened before an absolute explosion of sensation hit me.Pain, intense pain, coming from all over. Bright light, my eyes weresomehow open and I could see. Everything about my body felt wrong anddifferent. I tried to gasp in shock but the padlocked ballgag held myjaw tight. The jerk of my. "That's not why I can't stop thinkin' about you. That's just one of the things that pops into my mind when I'm thinkin' about you." He stared at her. "I can't stop thinkin' 'bout you because a man knows right where you stand. I don't have to wonder, or guess. If yer mad, I know it. If yer happy, that's pretty plain too. And when a man thinks about a woman like that, a woman who don't say one thing and mean another, like most do, he just naturally wishes he was lucky enough to have her for his.