It had to be someone so, again, I jumped up, covering myself with my shorts and, there, about twenty, maybe thirty, feet away, were two girls standing...about grinning in my direction."Oops, sorry, we didn't mean for you to stop. Go ahead and finish, it looked like you were enjoying it," the taller girl said. Both these girls were pretty, both in bikinis."I'll, um, I'll do it at home," I said and turned away from them and pulled my shorts up."Don't do that. You were really into it. We could tell. Standing up he held her to him but against the tree so she couldn’t run away like he knew she wanted to. She looked so small and scared, so fragile and beaten. Crooning softly to her and trailing butterfly kisses across her shoulders, neck and face seemed to slowly calm her. Slowly, Clara realized that it was her jungle man that held her, firmly, but gently. Clara finally got control of herself and looked up at the man who had been talking softly to her, trying to calm her. She felt a small. Though she did the next, a giant fat chap with a giant fat tool that hurt from the second it entered to the time it departed, tears fell, mascara ran, her pathetic cries of distress echoing round the room. Unable to intervene, Marc up on his crucifix watching her torment with mixed emotions, his heart torn between her torment, pain, and excitement, mixed with feelings of “well she signed up for this herself, and the knowledge that after this she would be a day or three till she was available to. Mayfield has a very high opinion of his worth and of his family." Did you find that unusual?" Quinn wondered."In and of itself, no," Gross replied. "Mr. Mayfield comes from a wealthy, influential family. In his experience, he is something special. It is my opinion that he showed all the traits of a classic narcissist. He clearly believes himself to be superior to those around him. He has a strong personality and he was very friendly and warm. I suspect that his demeanor led many to view him as.