"Not another whimper from you slut"The left now, she was skilled. With conviction my nipples burned. A gentle pull tightened them greatly.She snapped ... leash onto the chain"Come"I descended down the stairwell in her porch. Following her ever so gently so it doesn't burn as much. Trying to match her the tap of her devastating boots."You will be my slut, my slave, my toy, and whatever else I want you to be. For as long as I want you to be. Does that arouse you? Does that make you HARD?"Turning, I. Her underwear consisted of white knickers and a matching singlet which up to now had held her bosoms high and forward in an audacious manner. As the time had come for those bosoms to be confronted with gravity, she engaged herself in this task in a manner no less spiritedly than that to which she had applied herself so far. This was accomplished by facing the audience with upper torso outstretched and after several deliberate false starts allowed the unhooked singlet to fall off her breasts. "Yes, there is more to it, niñita – but not for you, not now." Porqué, papi?" I couldn't think of a single reason in that moment. She must have sensed my hesitation. She continued, "After all, we've come this far." True enough. I ran my hand through my hair, trying to come up with an appropriate comeback – something that would deny how much I wanted her. When I glanced back at her, she looked hurt.Tears welled up in her innocent green eyes, and her lower lip protruded in a pout. "You don't want. "It was a joke, get it?" "Uh huh" I stammered. "Keller get your ass over here and quit flirting" a coach yelled in my direction. "OK" I yelled. Admitting that I was intrigued. "Nice knee pads" I told her as I walked away. "Nice knee pads?" I thought. Dumb ass, now she will never talk to you. Though all throughout practice all I could think about was her. When practice ended I walked out to fetch my bicycle( freshman weren't allowed to have their truck on campus first year) as I got on it, I.