.okay. Let's just sit down on the couchand I'll give you a nice scratch on your head....it feels sooooo good..."Travis laughed. "Stay the fuck away ...rom me. I don't know how any ofthis works, but I know your tricks. You don't touch me....ever again. Iwill punch you in the fucking face."Rachel backed off and nodded. "Okay....okay."Travis walked carefully toward her, holding the bookbag in front of him.He then moved past her and toward the front door."You're all going down. I will expose. "Marnie shook her head. "I'm sorry, Darlene, but I haven't a clue what this all means. I'm a buyer for a web store, not a scientist. I only know how it makes m--" A little too revealing, there. "How it makes my customers feel."Darlene adjusted her position in the massive leather chair, her knee rising into view as she crossed her legs. A hose-covered knee. Marnie began to salivate. "I see. And how do you-- ahem, your customers feel when wearing our products?"Damn the bitch, she knew. She. We were in her bedroom one late afternoon after school. As usual her parents were both still out at work and not expected back for an hour or more. Always open to new experiences, I naturally agreed and soon found myself stripped completely naked and spreadeagled across her bed, wrists and ankles secured to the legs of the bed with soft cords and totally open to anything and everything she wanted to do with me. It was an incredible feeling, being so wide-open, so vulnerable and helpless, and. In her circle of friends om Lush. That means Dirty Old Man, because of the nature of our comments and quips.I had said, “I can close my eyes and just feel your spasming pussy gripping my pulsating, spewing cock as I am totally emptying my balls deep inside you. It just FEELS so real to me”.She said, “Hmmm, you need to write that down".And t,en I started remembering some lines I had previously written, where I had said, “Close your eyes...as I'm FINALLY…… unfastening your pants … sliding my.