"Yes I do, although I've never seen you have a gold plated lock before."I replied. I've always thought that Katie made some of her own clothesbecause ...he had all sorts of stuff that could be locked shut from pantsand shorts to shirts to sweaters. I had always admired that she had thecourage to lock herself in her clothes and wear them to school. She wason the Girls Tennis team at school and had even made her own skirts forthe games that she could lock shut."The gold locks are new. Your locks. She was just as wet and damp inside as the pool she came out of was, and she pressed back against him. In a single motion, he was inside of her, and a moment later he finished. But since the dam of his discipline had broken, he had much lust to spend, and he stayed hard, picking up the pace as he moved inside of her. She moaned and whimpered, her little cries sounding like the noise of the brook nearby. After he had spent himself a second time, they both collapsed into the water. Then, they. I selected her skimpiest thong and the open top bra that revealed even the dark tinted nipple under the sheerest of blouses. I looked at my bottom in the mirror and was well-pleased with how it seemed to stick out just that extra little bit that usually inflamed male libidos.I covered my lack of knowledge with a story about a severe headache and received oodles of sympathy from most of my male co-workers and knowing looks of skepticism from the females.When I went into the supervisor's office,. Who the fuck was Molly? I didn’t know anymore. Not shy, having sex with some guy (and it felt creepy to admit it, but I knew for a fact she considered herself single, without a partner) while high and possibly drunk. I had let her slip between my fingers like sand, and now it was clear I had lost her.No, I couldn’t accept that. I was fighting this whole time. I had accepted Molly wasn’t mine to have. Nor anyone’s. So who the fuck was this guy? Clearly she still needed protecting if other guys.