She felt her body start to shake as John’s tongue move back and forth over her button. Not wanting to come again so soon, and thereby admitting that...he could push her button (so to speak), so she moved back a little, forcing John’s tongue to slide down a bit and easing the pressure that had been building up. Lizzie sighed out at the temporary relief, only to suck the breath back in when John’s tongue pushed into her opening. Lizzie was grateful for the thin piece of cotton protecting her from. "You want it to be like a real rape thing, huh?" Yeah," I laughed. "What do you think we're talking about?" Nah, I get it," Troy said. "No cheating though, right? Don't go putting on like six pairs of panties and two pairs of pants and..." God!" I stared at him like he was crazy. "I wouldn't do that! I won't change clothes all night, okay?" Really?" Troy liked my little catholic school girl uniform, I knew that."I swear," I crossed my heart and kissed my fingers."Cool," Troy said. "So I'm gonna. Her pretty face smiles at me, as she asks “are you OK?”“Yes, don´t worry, it hurts a little but that´s no problem.” Then I feel some drops of blood rinsing down my face. “Do you have a tissue” I ask her. “Let me have a look on your scratches. There is a little bench. Let´s go there” she answers.So, we take our bikes and head to the little bench. Obviously she came from the little lake nearby, as she has a blanket, sun oil and such stuff in her bicycle basket. We sit on the bench and she starts. He makes certain that my bloodstream is constantly awash in endorphins and endocannabinoids.When Joe asked me to be his slave girl, to wear his ring, I wanted to just say “yes” immediately. But Joe said that I had to understand exactly what his offer meant. It would not be a ring around my finger; it would be a ring through my flesh. Through the bottom of my clitoral hood just under the shaft. A small ring or barbell that would restrict her expansion decreasing her stimulation, alternating with.