." And as you said that you knew that you had gone too far."What the fuck did you say fool!" The black thugs then turned their attention to you, and y...u knew that you had made a horrible mistake."I'm sorry... I didn't mean to suggest..." You tried to apologize."You damn right you're going to be sorry, you mutha fucka!" Another one of the thugs then hit you in the gut."Yo niggas, throw this white boy in the backseat!" The black thug that seemed to be in charge told the other two, as they then. I was untying her top. The bikini was sweaty and I pulled her hands back behind her back. As I began to tie her hands together with the bikini top, Nadine took another guess."Oh! You must be a friend of Frank's! He's always into this kinky stuff. He swore he wouldn't tell anyone about what we did."I turned her around and pulled her towards the bed. It was a feminine bed for a master bedroom, from the flowers bedspread down to the excess of pink pillows. She tried to lie on it but I stopped her.. When I gathered my senses, I felt her hands stroking up and down my spine, her legs still wrapped around me. I tilted my head back and saw her looking at me in something akin to admiration, and then we kissed. It was while our tongues entwined that I realised I was still hard — and deep inside her. "You were magnificent, Liam," Cristine said softly after breaking our kiss. "I want to taste you." Unlocking her legs, she eased me away. I looked down and watched my greasy cock slip unceremoniously. I cannot bear it! I get thrown into such a hysteria. I had the misfortune to be born on St. Valentine’s Day — 1844. A well reared and educated girl, I of course do not look for any foolish lace and paper cards decorated with cupids and the like on The Day. I content myself with a small family party to which Mama may invite one or two of my friends from school. I just know she will invite Clara Macready again this year. Clara will be simpering with the ring on her finger — although I own to.