More tears streamed down her face, salty residue glistening on her cheeks.His vice grip relenting, he gently ran his finger down from her fractured sh...ulders, over her breasts, squeezing each one as he passed by, nipples growing hard and aroused despite her agony and discomfort. “You really are a slut aren’t you” he chastised the young girl, tears running freely, the only sign she was in any pain. “Your tits are fucking hard, and I bet when I put my hand down here...” carefully scraping his. I must have let out a soft moan, you were urging me to hush. I did and then I can feel it. Your hands sliding up, underneath the blouse, until your fingers graze the underside of my breasts. I know you're smiling as I let out my soft whimper. I don't even have to see your face to know how much you're enjoying this game.You reward my whimpers by circling each round breast in your hands and kneading them softly. Your palms grind against my nipples making them stiff. My heavy breathing heaves my. ”“You don’t think sex could become boring?” Tasha asked casually.“I don’t think sex is a form of entertainment,” I grinned. “It’s not about boring or exciting, it’s about expressing deep feelings, about closeness, about comfort, and about love. Not to mention I have the distinct impression that sex with you would NEVER be boring!”Tasha laughed, “So you believe what I say?”“I have no reason to doubt, and no need to test the theory.”“Because if you did, you’d feel committed to marrying. Even outside in the garden, she felt imprisoned.Thankfully, she had an excuse to turn away suitors — for a time. She knew that her father's patience would soon run out. After only a week, she could see irritation in his eyes whenever she asked for permission to withdraw early from dinner or feigned indisposition from her ordeal to chase away the strutting men seeking her hand.When she heard the sound of horses and carriage wheels approaching, Alicia pulled up her skirts and hurried out of the.