Her life improved a lot since thatnight she almost jumped from that building, six and a half years ago. Andyet she felt like that again. Just because ...f hiding her face. Fuckinghiding. It hurts. The past years weren't bad. Hormones changed her. Shefelt more at home in her body. Surgery helped too. Ramona finally feltstrong and felt free. The scars on her arms faded over the years, onlyvisible when you knew where they were. She always was careful anyway. Shedidn't want anyone to find out, so she. . you could still seethe darker flesh of my aureoles just slightly and the puffy outline of my nipplepressing against the fabric, begging to be touched. The top tied behind myneck and at my back, but consisted only of those ties and a scrap of clothbarely covering from the bottom of my breasts to about halfway up from my nipplesto my chest. The skirt hugged my hips and clung desperately to my body. Inback, it tented off the slope of my ass. The slit revealed my inner thigh,just barely hiding my. “Let’s face it, our relationship started with me being your whore to use as you needed. Just because we are in love, that shouldn’t change things. You have needs. I have needs too, Chad. I love that we have amazing and tender love-making in our comfy bed. I love that we have hot steamy shower sex too! But we both need this type of sex from time to time. It can only make our relationship stronger. You have a need to own me and use me and I have a need to be owned and used by you. It may not be. Her eyes danced between my own and the textbook, as she waited for me to give the clue that would help her toward the answer. But I sat silently, looking only at her eyes, just inches from mine. Finally she stopped looking at the text and returned my stare. Ten seconds seemed like an hour.I will never know if I actually saw a flicker of recognition in her eyes or if I just couldn't control myself; I reached up and put my hand behind her head, steering her face to mine, her lips to mine. Her.