Tant pis.Devant la masse de travail ? faire, je m'activais, r?curais les douches,changeais les draps et les serviettes. J'en profitais aussi pour enfi...appr?cier les sensations que me procurait ma tenue. Le glissement de lajupe sur mes jambes, la tension des bretelles du soutien-gorge merendait si heureuse de profiter de ma nouvelle f?minit? que j'avan?aisvite. Bient?t il ne me restait plus ? m'occuper que d'une derni?rechambre.Je vis alors Ingrid avancer dans le couloir.- Coucou Mathilde. J'ai. The scenes of extreme torture depicted in this story must not be repeated, even with consent?Emeraude was really pleased, as the party seemed to be on a right path? no, it was not the fact of having a successful party, those parties were a common event. Every month during the school year and every two weeks on vacations her house greeted to all the friends she had made into the world BDSM circles. This party in particular pleased her so much because of the amount of new faces she could see from. There was a sweet bond. Chats went until 1 AM sometimes. I was making her laugh at times, which brought a smile on her face whenever she saw me. Then one night I asked her. When is your marriage (as she was engaged) she said? I’m not sure about this wedding.My fiance is a chain smoker n drinks a lot.And her family forced as she was from a typical Kannada family. I felt sad for her. Then, I texted a joke and she was happy. Then, all of sudden she texted, ” you are really a sweet guy, your girl. I couldn’t believe he was so cruel! He didn’t even let me orgasm I fumed silently. I yanked on my camisole and quickly buttoned my pea coat, then snatched my purse. “This isn’t over,” I told him before heading out. Later that night at home, I knew it wasn’t over. He had humiliated me today and he knew he had power over me. Now I had to step it up a notch and play the upper hand. I was not letting Brad get away with this. I was going to do whatever it took.--- The next morning I was up at 7 am,.