Wild but obedient—his perfect contradiction. He took a blackberry and put it between her lips, “Feed me,” he demanded. She inched her face close... to his, and rubbed the berry across his lips until he bit into it, tasting the juice as well as her. Some of the dark juice ran down her lips, and he licked it up, the tip of her tongue meeting his. “Lay down.” He took another berry, and traced her petal pink areola with it, before crushing it between his fingers and pinching her nipple at the same. Later and on her own terms. "Can you imagine going through life looking like that?" I remembered one of my friends saying over the loud music. "I bet she doesn't have to buy anything. I know that I for one would give her anything and everything to be able to spend one night with her. I bet that body feels even better than it looks." That's when I remember it hit me. He was probably right. With a body like that, Brittany could more than likely get the majority of men, and women for. As the train carried on, I allowed the natural swaying of the carriage to permit me one or two exploratory brushes with the back of my hand and fingers. It was definitely what I suspected and whats more, it seemed to me to be developing into something altogether more noticeable. I could now tell that his cock was hanging loosely down his right leg he was obviously wearing boxer shorts. For some inexplicable reason, I imagined that they were pale blue. At the next stop of the train, all. I’m sure you’ll realize I’m doing the right thing.”Sara left the office with a headache. It was after 1 a.m. and exhaustion was catching up with her. Her father did have a point. Why wasn’t she more angry at Cameron? He had kinda raped her, hadn’t he? Well, not really, she thought, she certainly didn’t resist or say “no” or anything. But there’s no way she had been in control, nobody acts like that. Sure she could be a tease and she liked attention, but she would never do that. And yet, she.