I give you two alternatives, and two only, and you must choose one of them. Will you submit yourself quietly to me, or do you prefer to be forced?'Lea... stamped her little foot in her rage: 'How dare you speak to me in this way?' she demanded furiously. 'Do you think I am a child? Let me go at once!' and she moved in her most stately manner to the door.'You are no child,' I replied with a cruel smile, 'you are a lusciously lovely girl possessing everything that I desire and able to satisfy my. I was thirteen when I did this the first time, now I'm twenty, seven years later, maybe fifteen guys, maybe a few more, I've really never kept track, though a friend of mine, Cindy Glasser, I know she used to brag that she kept a list of every boy and how many times she'd jacked each one and when we graduated high school, it was something like sixty-three boys for two thousand, seven hundred and something times. I wonder if she had calluses? But she did just about any boy who asked her.Now I. The girl was taller and more developed than the average Scout. The outfit wasn't Girl Scout Mother either. Black leather body suits and high heeled, calf-length boots weren't the typical soccer-mom look."Hi, ma'am, I was looking for Elizabeth McBride?" The woman smiled brightly, like she was about to ask how Liz felt about school funding or saving owls three states over."Sorry, don't want any..." Liz pushed the door to close it. Some of her friends had mentioned lingerie parties and she. I found the shower cream and began to soap myself. Face arms legs. Paying more attention between my legs and breasts. Slipping a finger inside my well soaked pussy "Oh yess' I leaned backwards my back against the cold glass. Mmmmm. I cupped my breast with my left hand hoping not to slip. Ì began to masturbate myself. Poking myself in my vagina. It felt wonderful, And exiting. But I had better plans. I withdrew my finger and finished soaping my body, I climbed out from the shower, towel.