It was like I was in denial. “He don't love you,” I thought. “Fuck him.”I eventually became a non-factor in her mind. Sure, she still said hi ...o me, but it felt like it started to get worse and worse. I wrote about her more and more. I started to do things that I would never do, like listen to love songs that you would never gravitate toward. That was most likely a sign. Along with many others. I wrote about what she was wearing that day. I wrote about how good she looked in her tight jeans, or. Her fucking action was getting stronger, I felt like I was a puppet, grasped tightly by her powerful legs and being swung back and forth, up and down!By now, I was so fucking blitzed, I was flying! Totally drunk, with two quarts of intoxicant trapped in my bulging gut, getting fucked silly! The girls started slapping my ass now, hard, stinging slaps! And that just made me hornier! Even through the three condoms, I could feel an orgasm beginning to form. But Sylvia wasn’t waiting! She had a. Now I turned her over and she was too shy to open her eyes. I moved her down a little and was now sitting near her head and massaging her neck and shoulders.Her unclasped bra was barely hiding her 34 breasts. Then I just made sure they get some fresh air. I was sitting with both my legs near her head and my dick very near to her mouth. And then I massaged her cleavage region and poured some oil in the deep valley.And then I cupped her right breast and made sure it was all draped in oil. My. Don't do this to me. Just let me go . . . I won't tell anyone. PLEASE!" Needless to say, her attempts are in vain.I pause for a moment with my weapon ready. I pause to let her anticipation build. Then, starting at the wrist, I drag the feather up the length of her forearm, past the delicate crease in front of her elbow. My movements are slow and calculated. Only the very tip of the flowing, black plume touches her naked skin. Frantically, she tries to twist her arm away, but the leather.