And look how white they are. But they feel fine and I've already started exercising them," I said, pulling my squeeze ball out of my pocket.Then squee...ing my ball in my left hand, I laid my right one on her arm and started feeding her my memories of the morning, all the way up to getting in the Suburban. I suspected she had thought I might just be teasing her about the morning's activities in our bedroom, so she was more than a little surprised as the scene played out."Oh! I think that may have. Reina and Queenie reached the stocks, fumbling at the lock as the teenage boy recovered. "You fucking asshole," he snarled. "I was fucking that whore." She's no whore!" I roared. I had never been so angry in my life. I swung at the youth.He blocked my blow and his punch caught me on my jaw. I stumbled back, pain throbbing in my cheek. I glared at him as I recovered and seized his arm as he threw another punch. I had strength from working the farm, and I used it to spin him around and slam him. About the 3rd game of playoffs, we played the Tigers again. Cole Parker and I met up afterwards, as usual. We went and got some Mexican, (food that is), and back to the motel room in Austin. It was pretty quite actually, I wasn't very talkative. Turning on the TV and popping a beer, I lay down beside him on the bed.I put my arm around his shoulder, and just began rubbing on him a bit, and playing with his hair. He glanced over at me at one point and smiled, so I guessed that maybe he was 'for. The crop hit the top of my mound. I cannot help it and look down, to see the angry red stripe, crossing the front of my breast. He pauses, to let it sink. I know the drill; nine more on my right breast; the last three on the sensitive areola and the last one smack on the nipple. Again the crop falls, and again I scream; two stripes cross my breast, then three, then four; each one closer to my nipple; each one more painful, my screams more shrill, more pitiful. The fifth takes my breast at the.