We often go out to the pub at the weekends with a group of friends, and three weeks ago, Dan and four of his mates, and me and three of my girl friend... descended on a pub about a mile away from our house.The evening was lively, with live music and some dancing a conservatory adjacent to the lounge bar. By ten oclock, the boys (sitting around the next table) were well oiled, while us girls were giggly and a little tipsy. Adjourning to the toilets, one of the girls suggested we all go “commando”,. “Come on,” she said, stretching her arms above her head. “I suppose that you’ll be wanting me to warm the water for you, and after how much you exerted yourself last night, a little breakfast might be in order. What say you to another shank of roast beef?”Ah yes, ‘last night’. The memories came flooding back to him, sordid images flashing in his mind. He could recall every sensation, every taste and scent, the feeling of her powerful body moving atop his own as she rode him into the sheets. It. I stopped. I had this one girl, she was gonna be it for me. I thought ... She was playing the game, too.”“I’m sorry,” I said. “You never told me about you before...”“Not much to tell.”“Prob’ly a better story than mine,” I said.“It’s not a contest.”“Tommy, I appreciate you trying to make me feel good about myself, but sometimes I only want to understand that some of my life was shit,” I said.“Okay, I’ll concede that point,” Tommy said. “But I reserve the option to try to make you feel better. ?Want it right in your clit?? ?No! No, please. Please don't do that, sir, please!? ?Close your mouth.? I snapped it shut. ?Spread your legs,? he ordered. Mute, I obeyed, spreading them as wide as I could on the coach seat, deliberatelyopening myself up to him even as every nerve in my body screamed at me notto, to instead protect myself. But I couldn't. All I could do was let him pushmy skirt up until he exposed my panties to his gaze and to his blade. Changing the angle of the blade in his.