’ ‘Am I going to be your boyfriend, or just your friend?’ Gabe didn’t want to be introduced as just a friend. It made it too easy for her to d...ny her feelings. ‘Does the title really mean that much to you?’ she asked. ‘Yes, it does. I don’t want to be just your friend Rae.’ ‘Fine, boyfriend it is. But if you do one more stupid thing like yesterday, it will be over.’ Raine said the threat like she meant it, but she wasn’t sure. This modern caveman had a hold of her heartstrings. ‘I love you,’. In this excited state, her glistening lips had swollen and her pink clit was quite visible as I leaned up to take it between my teeth. Slowly, I ran my wet tongue over it, then gently sucked it into my hungry mouth. It wasn't long until my mistress began to pull my hair and scream, her whole body tensing up, her fingernails digging into my skin. Over and over again, her body was racked with spasms as I drank up her sweet juices. Finally she was done, and I felt Bob pull out of me. He flipped me. I made a loop around one of my wrists with the tie of the garment, and, grasping her left wrist, slipped it over hers. I levered her arm behind her, nearly bending her in half with this maneuver, and worked her other wrist behind her as well. I wrapped several more turns of the tie around the two wrists, and then finished with a knot on her left wrist. The old pioneering mnemonic sang itself through my head: "wrap it thrice, frap it twice, end with a clove hitch!" You certainly learn all sorts. I walked up to my Grandma's house and let my self in. I was immediately hit in the face with the delicious smell of fresh fish. "Mmm! Tacos de Pescado!" (fish tacos) I say as I stroll into the kitchen. "Ayudame con la salsa, Leo." (help with the sauce, Leo) responds my petite 60 year old grandmother Rosa. "Si nana"(yes grandma) We make small talk as I cut up the peppers and vegetables for the spicy salsa. I laugh and start to cry as I chop the onion. My eyes water heavily and sting like crazy..