It can be anything that wouldn’t be used in the context of sex so a word like “apricot” is good. Denise had never used her word even though I ha... taken her to extremes of torment.Never once had she complained when my whip slashed at her skin, raising deep red welts across her tits and buttocks. Using a speculum on her hadn’t fazed her at all. She seemed to relish the harsh slap of the paddle and had never once resisted the pinch of her manacles. Taking her to the precipice of orgasm, only to be. After the class, I had a habit of going to her to clear my doubts and if not that then see her cleavage. As I opened the door of the faculty room, I was shocked to see her inside in that condition.Inside her cubical, she had kept her blouse on the table and was trying her bra hook. I stood there, facing her back without her bra and saw her struggling to get the bra hook. Then I went near her and helped her wear the bra without saying anything.She was shocked to feel a hand. She turned and. Michelle rolled over smiling, eyes closed in contentment. I laid back on the bed, leaving the condom on my dick, but setting the buttplug on the night table beside me. I was now officially tired. I hoped Michelle, felt the same way, because there was no way I wasgoing to go another round, and I definitely was in no mood to drive her half way across the city to take her home. Luckily, she curled up beside me and closed her eyes. Soon we were both asleep. * * * * * * * * * * * * . " Or get an abortion," Ron said softly. "He'd probably do that." Yeah," I closed my eyes, leaning back against a bale of hay."I didn't think he would at first," Ron spoke slowly. "That's why I did it, but now I think he would." Did what?" Got pregnant," Ron looked at me. "I know where babies come from, Jen." Well, yeah..." I narrowed my eyes."I wanted it to happen. I was trying," he sighed. "I'm sorry." Why didn't you ask me?" I frowned."You'd say no," he laughed. "I figured you'd ask anyway,.