"You obviously don't know Danny, but Molly's sixteen years younger than me and look at her mate, just fucking look at her, I'd die for that woman mate... fucking die for her"I did look at her and so did he, I think we said it together,"Fucking hell!"The other dancers were taking a break so the music was soft and slow, Jenny and Molly were moving sensuously together in time to the music face to face, lips barely a hairs breadth apart, hips grinding sensuously into each others and breasts squashed. Jeremy Pressman. Once a name that was synonymous with “popular”, “golden child”, “town favorite”, and other such praises for as long as you and he were enrolled in the same years at school. He could do no wrong, and was the single most important person as far as a vast majority of the town was concerned. His family was more than 80% of the financial backbone of the town since the day it was founded.That was before he quickly hit his “rebellious” phase. Piercings, tattoos, drugs, questionable. She was one of the prettiest girls in the whole damn school. Anyhow, we sat in the same place. “Sometimes it hurts,” I said. “Especially the first time. It varies.” “Explain.” She exhaled. “Well, are you a virgin? Do you have a hymen, an intact hymen?” She shook her curly head. “I tore it horseback riding. I guess some of it’s left.” “It’s called cherry popping. Boys call it that. Penetrating the hymen, a whole one, it can hurt.” She nodded. “That all?” I licked my lips feeling my cock. “We’ll have to put a rain check on it for now, though. Our road trip starts in one hour and we have to focus on prepping everything.”She was glad to cover her stinging red breasts again but saddened that Master put her in the same chastity belt configuration as before. Katelyn didn’t need to inquire about it; once she saw the mini pink buzzer, she knew what was up. The orgasm denial method was a favorite of his (not that she didn’t occasionally employ it herself), and she had watched him use it.