The world spun around her as she groaned with burning pain on her cheek. Consciousness fading.The man reached for her slender neck and squeezed before...pulling her up to face him again. "Don't yer dare mock me, bitch!" He growled through gritted teeth, bits of saliva spattered on her face but she was not coherent enough to notice. Amelia came awake with uncomfortable weight on top of her. Hot and humid, she felt her body slick with sweat. Her eyes fluttered and flickering yellow balls faded into. However the ‘other side of the coin’ meant that this could all go very good. ‘Never let them see you sweat’. ‘Damn the torpedoes’. But of course in my soul I am as I have always been. A writer. So taking advice from the wordsmiths before me I finally settled on taking the Bard’s advice, ‘To thine own self be true’. Final closing argument came with these words, from John Greenleaf Whittier ‘Of all sad words of tongue or pen, the saddest are these, ‘It might have been.”. And so… This ‘is my. Danny gasped and staggered. I scooped Danny up and moved her to the couch. The store clerk buried her face in Danny’s pussy again licking and kissing up and down. The clerk’s ass was raised in a way that showed me the bottoms of a garter belt and the tops of her stockings. My dick swelled even more at the sight. I moved forward and raised her skirt for a better view. She was wearing a pair of panties identical to the pair she brought for Danny. I reached up and slid a couple of fingers up and. The second time, her clothes were more mundane, certainly not provocative, but sex definitely was thought about by both of us – she having decided at the last minute to go prepared to be fucked, me wondering, from the time I delivered her to the party, if that would happen again. Which it did, of course. Now, the third time, neither of us had any question and we both knew that she was putting clothes on with the full expectation that they would be removed from her body and that she would be.