But I didn't say it.He let me caress him like that for a few minutes as I licked my lipsand breathed heavy, moaning a little bit now and then, expecti...ganother slap across my face at any moment....I heard him chuckle,almost teasing me, humiliating me sort of, but I accept it, I asked forit, I love it...I didn't stop when he started talking to me."I'm going to be completely honest with you, Trisha." Oh no, I thought,maybe he doesn't like me. This is it, he's gonna say thanks for comingbut you. He screamed and dropped to the ground. I quickly took several steps backward, dropped my purse, and assumed a self-defense position. The other teens piled out of the car and picked up their friend, but after looking at me they apparently decided to find easier pickings, got back into their car and sped off. Peter's years of karate classes had finally come in handy and I got to the restaurant without any further encounters. After a filling breakfast of flapjacks, with sausages, I leisurely. I brought her surprised face nose to nose with mine, and growled, “Don’t say the words. In fact, don’t say even one fucking word. Do the ritual on her just as she did on you, only you don’t change spots until I tell you, bitch. Down!”I’ll say this for her, she hit her knees immediately and started kissing and licking Becky’s feet just as fast as she could. Since she wasn’t cuffed and could use her hands to balance herself, the position that she was in had put her sweet little ass in just the. The cars passed by singly and every so often. Thiswas a small town. This was a town that had survived a harsh cold winter.It had survived for this moment, as day touched earth, as we touched eachother. We were our morning fields, and after we came back to our bed,after the bathroom, we held each other as though we were morning lights.All the ones that had come before and all the ones that had come since.And if we sexed, it was ballet, and it was sighs far more than size, andit was hands that.