Those dark feelings that had now surfaced in her mind had rooted and were the psychological consequence of the anal abuse her former teacher, Marie, h...d exercised over her when she was very young and innocent girl, only nineteen years old; plus, it has also to be of account all the memories hidden deep within her soul of the abuse she had suffered at the hands of so many butch dyke lesbians, she being so femme, in that fateful year of her almost total breakdown, degradation and the destruction. He loved when she fucked this way. Animalistic.Urgent. Freeing. He felt the explosion welling deep inside. If she kept fuckinghim like this, he would surely lose it. "Baby, you know if I cum, we're done until tomorrow," he teased. "No, please don't. Don't stop touching me. Jeffrey, please." "I know. I'll try. But you want me to cum, don't you? Why would youdeprive me?" He slid faster, his dominance subtle. How could she deny him? Why would she?Yet, both knew that there was nothing she could do.. Bud was glued to her feet and she was petting him. I introduced myself as Bud's owner. She introduced herself and said she really liked Bud. I sat and talked with her for a while and eventually exchanged phone numbers. Shortly after, she had to leave the party. Strangely there was a slight scent of sex in the air. When I told a friend of Bud's disappearance, they told me they saw him following a hot looking strawberry blonde up the stairs. CLICK! I thought to myself "WOW! It was her and Bud I. " "No, I'm serious," Maya insisted. "Look at you: hot pink hair that shines while dangling in your shoulders, those pretty green eyes, and that dress looks great on you." The last compliment especially made her feel good inside, as she was wearing her favorite dress. It was simple, a short, black swing dress with very short sleeves; but Skye still loved it. She matched it with high heel knee boots, with an inside zipper. Skye looked Maya in the eyes and smiled. There was something she had been.