It was touted as an example for the world, but if it led to guys treating girls like crap, I wasn’t sure it was actually a good idea.“No,” I chu...kled, “then I’d have competition. Maybe they can come here after I leave!”By this point, we were back at her house. We walked inside and I greeted her mom in Swedish and even managed the short ‘how are you?’ conversation.“«Bara bra, Steve!»” Petra said. (“Not bad, Steve!”)“Oh, simple phrases yes, but I start school on Monday. That will be fun without. " "Do you really think I'll make it that easy?" I respond, "You still have to be punished for your misbehavior. You have to earn my pussy tonight." Still watching you, I pull a chair up, and sit down. "Get up and get undressed but leave your shirt on." That caught your attention. "Why?" "Why? WHY?" I shriek. I get up and stand over you, my feet planted on either side of your waist. I bend over and grab your shirt and jerk you up to sit. "Because I told you to. Get up and take off. But then the voice asked are you sure and Kaylee looked down athimself. He was wearing a white short sleeved blouse with a peter pancollar over which was a blue jumper with a school badge. A small crucifixhanged from her neck over blouse and the jumper. A flowery bandage was onhis leg between the bottom of his jumper and the blue knee high socks anda pair of girl's shoes that completed the ensemble. "No," Said Kaylee. "Iam wearing my school's uniform." He remembered that mommy was Catholicand. Looking down at her flushed face and expectant eyes, I didn’t want to disappoint. From the moment I’d first put those handcuffs on her, I hadn’t held back and neither had she. I had to take the chance.“On the bed.” She popped up on her feet and sashayed over to the altar of our exploration. Looking over her shoulder, she gave me a little grin before lying down on her back, knees up, shoes still on, her gloved fingers traced lazy circles on the rounded heft of her breasts. I walked over to her.