Anyway I need to – you haven’t left me much time to plan for your birthday.” “Oh Mia please, you don’t have to do anything.” “I know I...don’t have to, but I want to,” she grinned. He rolled his eyes and sighed knowing that he wasn’t going to win. Mia got up and packed up her laptop and textbooks. She pulled on her jacket and walked back to Jesse before leaving. She leant down and gave him a slow lingering kiss aware no one passed the window. “Hmm, so much to do – I can’t wait,” she said. Cock." She almost choked."Say it again." Cock." Whose cock?" You ... your cock." You don't have a cock, because you're just a girl. What do you have instead?" A vag ... OW!" Guess again." A ... puss ... pussy?" A pussy, yeah, but ... Let's call it a cunt until it learns to be more polite. You have a cunt. Say 'cunt'." I have..."He flicked her lips with a forefinger."Say 'cunt'" Cunt" Again. Louder." Cunt!"She could feel the tears gather in her eyes. He kept making her mad, then letting her like. I'll squeeze the othernipple, then suck on it."Argheeeeooowww! That hurt!" Aw, how 'bout harder?" Please nooooo!"I'll suck it gently, she must learn the difference between my love andher pain.Make some breakfast. She's hungry, so am I. Make a pile of scrambledeggs, bacon, toast, juice and coffee. After breakfast I'll go on lineand order ballet boots and a couple of corsets for her. Squeezing herwaist will be such fun. I'll suspend her and lace her tight. So tightshe can hardly breathe. . From the right angle she almost looked topless. I’d seen quite a few necks—necks attached to married men, by the way—craning to check her out that night.That wasn’t the worst part. Her shorts were criminally short. They weren’t exactly dukes, but she couldn’t bend over in them. They were loose, not form-fitting, and they moved, fluttering and rising in the wind like a skirt. Rayven was giving anyone who cared to look a view of the bottom of her ass. I wasn’t even trying and I saw it. To top it.