Teenagers could be mean.Cassandra continued, “I don’t know the full story around Emily. Honestly, I’m not sure if you even know the full story. ...ut, Emily is gone, and, I imagine, happy. You deserve to be happy, too. Don’t you think so?”I first met Samantha at a coffee shop in Toronto. She turned her head when I called her name, her hair catching the wind and temporarily framing her face in light.Our first date was only supposed to be an hour. We agreed that we wanted to get to know each other. We just kept slow rubbing and savored the thrill we just had….We later both planed a sleepover. Our thoughts were to have all night to play with our pussy’s and this was making us fantasize all kind of new things. Our naked bodies under the covers. Touching and feeling each other as our fingers repeated our mutual orgasms. I could hardly sleep that night. I fingered myself and imagined it was her and then my daddy doing it. Friday night finally came and our sleepover. Mom was gone for the. The water was pounding on her back, her hair was dripping, and she had shampoo in her eyes, which stung. Everything Cutie was feeling, Janelle felt. Janelle lifted her face into the cascade from the shower head to rinse her eyes of the burning shampoo, nothing could help the pain of a lost friend; Cutie's face lifted and she rinsed her eyes.Janelle backed out of Cutie's body in surprise.As she watched the girl rinse, she thought about what had just happened. She had entered into Cutie's body,. That said, I also want my fun - I want you to understand what this is. I'll punish you if I want, simply because I want to. That stuff about cooperation is more about your humiliation than it is about being good and bad. I'm not interested in whether you're good or bad, in fact - I just want your holes. I want to play with you. This is how I play, you see.With each loop of rope, I fold a cuff into it - you can learn a lot from YouTube videos about bondage ties - at each end, and loop one end.