During our conversation, we leaned closer and closer to one another. My dress had been gradually hiked up, and when Arnav rested his hand on my bare k...ee, a shiver went through me. To make sure he knew that his hand was welcome, I placed my hand on top of his, which also ensured that the hand didn’t move.While we waited for the check, Arnav reached over and kissed me passionately, a kiss from which my husband could take lessons. Across the street from the restaurant was a liquor store. Arnav. He ditched her for her best friend Leigh Brown, a bodacious, big-booty black chick who attended Washington State University. Ramon claimed that he was dropping her like a bad habit because she wasn’t sexually adventurous enough and didn’t have the penchant for anal sex that Leigh apparently had. So, the white chick got kicked to the curb. Now, Kendra was feeling really insecure. She didn’t think any man would want her. Also, she was very insecure about both her body and her sexuality. She was. "Oh, I know!" she ventured hopefully, having failed to elicit a response from me with other concessions. "You...you probably want to marry me, right? That's why you did...this. If you let me out, I'll marry you, I promise! I mean, I'm not old enough to get married yet, but I'll talk to my mom. We'll set something up." She pointed, and I followed it toward the body's hand, whereupon a gold ring clung to a finger."I'll even wear your ring," she offered, biting her lower lip. Tears of blood welled. Keeping my arms crossed behind my head. My knees a little sore as I stand."Turn around" Is the next thing I hear you say. I obey and start to turn in a circle before your voice cuts in louder "slower slave" I turn slower as I hear you chuckle and say "you really are pathetic slave that thing between your legs is nothing but a little clitty." I feel my face turning red. "Right slave?" I answer "yes mistress" you reply " yes what?" "yes mistress I don't have a dick I have a clitty" "good slave".