Whether direct or not, Momma reinforces the same advice she gave when you were a child. Be kind, good, gentle and caring. Share. Treat her with respec.... Treat her as an equal. Well if that worked, then why are you sitting there alone, trying to figure out why your girl has ditched you for someone who is so NOT that? Or maybe you haven't even gotten to that point. Maybe you are what the girls call: Just Friends.Thanks Momma, your advice is working like crap.So what the hell is going on here?Why. I'm ashamed to admit it but I loved it.He still held my nipple tightly.I was hoping, begging he'd grab the other one.Then he did, squeezing, twisting, pulling.He had found my weakness. My nipples.I started to orgasm again and I rasped, “i'm CUMMING.”I dropped to my knees, unable to stand but he sadistically lowered his hands only slightly, hanging me by my nipples.The extreme stimulation and pain made me orgasm as thoughI was dying from a seizure, writhing like a snake jabbed bya lit cigar. My. ” I looked at the panty hose again “But next time you wear panty hose take the underwear off first. You got too much protection; a guy can’t get a good feel that way.” I dropped the dress; it fell almost to his knees.“Won’t be a next time.”“Oh come on bro, I’m having fun, your aren’t?” For some reason I was feeling bold as hell so I rubbed on the outline of his cock through the dress material again “I’d like to see this behind nylon but without the fucking underwear. You can’t deprive me of. He sure was handsome, and strong. She watched the hard muscle in his shoulders, arms and chest flex as he tried to ease the strain on them.He was also too cocky, she decided as she watched the smirk grow as his eyes roamed her body, the bulge in his jeans matching the size of the grin.Stopping inches from him, Amber reached out and grabbed the bulge with one hand. When he gasped, she used her other hand to stuff a leather ball gag in his mouth, then quickly reached around and buckled it up at.