Every now and then he would encourage me to '...beg for this dick, go on, beg for this dick...tell me how good it is. I'm gonna fuck you till you do, ...o don't tell me you like it and I'll keep giving it to you like i want to...' I tried with all my might not to give in, but the torture was consistent and steady. I found myself going from agonizing pain to lustful desire, desire to have Bradley use me and lustful debauchery of being used. I was being fucked crazy and couldn't stop Bradley from. Today, Ms. Peterson was enjoying the long weekend at her Northern Virginia home, with family. She'd just make a short trip into the internet to check her mail, before brunch. There were thirty-seven routine messages, which could wait until tomorrow. There was one that would not wait, it immediately caught her attention:To: S.PetersonFrom: Flash Flash Red TomatoThe key to decrypt this message has been sent to Thomas Fitzhugh.[several lines of obviously coded message followed]She'd been on this. Not my most popular activity shopping with a woman, but this time, we're here after some new clothes for her. She needed something to show off her nice tits so we bought a low cut, push up bra in one shop and a very low cut T-shirt, in another. To complete the afternoon activities, she bought a couple of short skirts. She was very nervous about wearing these new clothes at a party a couple of nights later but she smiled at me, downed a couple of G&T's, then puts her coat on and off we went. She. They got a free promotion or something, and wanted a vacation.”“So, maybe I’ll see you again sometime?” The white-haired girl shrugged again, drawing his attention to the flimsy garment on her chest. “Let me guess. You forgot to pack your own swimsuit.”“Yeah. I didn’t know you had so nice a pool.”“That one doesn’t really fit all that well, does it?”Her hair flipped as she shook her head.“It kinda looks like you don’t even need this piece,” Derek said, his finger tossing the edge of the blue.