A fiery passion deep in her eyes, let me know she wanted me there and then, picking her up I throw her onto her bed, pinning her arms, I start to kiss...her, deeper my tongue explores, only to move down to her neck, her perfume so sweet on my tongue. I rip open her blouse, and see a bright pink bra, matching her panties, a lick down to her boobs, my tongue caressing her gentle curves, I undo her bra to release her beautiful breasts, my tongue works its way to her nipple andI lick hungrily at it,. In a special twist of cruelty, my breasts are tied tightly with rope which connects them through the ring in the front of my collar, pulling them upward and turning them red. Just to complete the mental picture, I?ll describe myself. Sorry boys, but I can?t really be considered attractive. I?m a big girl, but I have a large frame so I carry it decently well. I have black hair (currently in silly pigtails) and a plain, slightly goth-ish face. Katherine, though, is adorable. She reminds me of. Instead of just saying that, she threatened to leave. It was her way. Hebe liked to play games. Speaking of which… ‘Can I open my eyes or are we playing ‘guess who’ today?’ ‘Not today,’ she replied. ‘I enjoy our little game, but I have a special treat in store for you.’ The thought of what her ‘special treat’ might be made me open my eyes rather quickly. ‘Holy shit!’ I don’t remember jumping out of bed, but I obviously had because suddenly I was at the edge of the bedroom staring at Hebe with. Kiley, and had told him all the details of her sex session with Lisa. Mysteriously, he seemed to know of every detail, even before she told him anything. It was almost as if he had been watching the entire time that Lisa had pleasured and tormented her. But that was impossible, Leslie told herself. She could never bear the humiliation of having someone else observe her being so sexually ravaged.Getting through her teaching schedule, so full of bouncy co-eds was murder for Leslie. Her poetry.