"Since your pussy is not your own, you won't be required to shave it. But you will have to prove that you aren't wearing panties when I tell you to." ...h my god!" I exclaimed. "Who is going to be there that I have to spill my guts to?" Some are my friends, and you won't know them," she informed me. "Chrissy and Jamie will be there, of course, as well as someone from my gym, a couple of people from my work, and some of our friends. I'm not sure how many of them will make it." I don't know if I. I couldn't help but just sit in his computer chair and stare. He isn't fit but he's not overweight either. He has that undefined belly that just makes a guy look thicker without making him look fat; in the summer when he wears a tank top he just looks really stocky, which I guess I know now is my type. his chest had shimmery blond hair that trailed to his belly button then widened and ended at a gold-blond bush. Laying between his thighs was the thickest meat I'd seen ( at 14, I'd been jacking. It hurt more than she expected. He continued to flog her with it until she was sure her ass was bleeding. She screamed, but her gag was effective. Only little mewing sounds managed to escape. Simon was far more into this than she had realized. By the time he was finished, she was sobbing. Finally, he began gently rubbing her ass. "There now, are you sorry for lying to me, slut?" he asked, softly. She nodded her head vehemently. "Then I forgive you," he said, crossing a line off his little. “I promised I wouldn’t do that, right?” Nodding, she brushed her hair back from each side of her head. Dropping her hands behind her neck, she looked down at the ground. A moment later, she looked up to watch the sunset bleed crimson over the horizon. Another day was passing, right before our eyes. Turning to her, I noticed her eyes swim with tears. Lowering my head, I kissed them away. Salty and warm against my lips, I felt tears beginning to burn my own eyes. Tucking my fingers under her.