.. you cum. You arch your back a little, and grind against my leg with one long slide. I slam my fingers inside of you and stay there, as your walls c...ench and unclench around my fingers. You’re making guttural noises and incoherent mumblings, and then finally slump down onto your seat, juices leaking out onto my jeans. The waiter reaches us, and looks at us with unadulterated loathing. “I’ve had complaints from several customers that you were banging the table with… inappropriate gestures. I’m. "Uh ... I ... uh ... umm ... You ... umm ... want to ... shower with me?" she eventually managed to stutter out.I chuckled at her sudden lack of bravado, but I had expected the reaction. This was to be the first icebreaker beginning to set the tone for the rest of the evening that I had planned for my young friend. It was part of making this evening the most special she may ever have in her life. Slowly, gently, one small step at a time.I walked over to her and when I put my arms around her. It was her. She was standing in front of a weather map, talking about the possibility of a storm coming the next day. The name on the bottom of the screen said, "Kelly Frost".I couldn't believe my eyes. It was definitely her -- she carried herself like a queen, an Ice Queen, with the ramrod straight posture of a ballerina and the expression of a prim fifth grade Math teacher on her face. She had on a white silk blouse that buttoned all the way up to her neck and a tight brown plaid skirt that. It was not just a dream. It developed into a craving for pain and humiliation that I neither could or wanted to control. I realized that it had to surface some day. I read everything I could on the subject and when I found 'The Story of O' it was like a revelation to me. I also wrote down many of my secret dreams and desires and mostly I destroyed my notes so that nobody would see them. My entire teens were filled with casual sex contacts that left me cold and a constant feeling of.