"Hold on there, lady, slow down a little," I admonished, "you're getting a little crazy!" Call me Joyce," was her only response. She wrestled my hand... away and managed to undo my belt and pull it clean off through the belt loops as she stood up, triumphant. I was amused by her forwardness, right up until she took a big swing with the belt, and slapped it across my chest. Incensed, I jumped up and ripped the belt out of her hands. "Lady, you are definitely out of control!" I declared."I told. To own me.I would give this man everything; I would do anything he asks of me. Allow only him to leave his marks on me. The marks I have come to adore, come to need, come to feel complete with.My Phone rings."Hello, my love."His first words always catch me off guard. I blush at how silly it makes me feel to jump with a start at his voice.“I missed you,” is all I can manage to force out of my tight throat.“What do you need from me?” he asks with a low, rumbling growl.I swallow hard and reply. I let him in, he still had my tracksuit on and some jeans and polo shirt in his hands. He asked if I wanted him to wash the tracksuit but I said no need you only had it on for 10 minutes and had just had a shower. I went back to the side of my bed and started to tie my last shoelace and he started to take off my track suit. He took the top off and then the bottom again standing naked in front of me like in the shower room. I looked up and he was smiling at me and said, “I saw your cock get. It was the car which belonged to Kyle's friend Mark. Mark, too, was an outcast of sorts. Not a handsome boy at all, he too was shunned by most of the girls and boys alike at school. It seemed natural the two would gravitate to one another and had remained close friends even after Kyle had begun dating Susan.Kyle got out with a small package in his hand while Mark waited, engine running. Could it be, she wondered? Could he be feeling remorse as well and bought her something as an apology, a.