‘I love you, Butterscotch. I’ll never leave you. Never, I promise.’“Give me a fucking break,” she says again. “I was a little girl with no...concept of what the world is really like.” His plastic eyes gaze fixedly at her, but not her face. He is staring at her chest. With her shirt so tight, the viewing is probably a great sight. “Get a grip,” she tells herself. “He’s a stuffed toy for fuck’s sake.”She goes over to the bed and drops her backpack and suitcase into the middle of the ruffled. I have smaller breasts but sufficient to hold and fondle.So it seems that I’m just a girl who enjoys sex and fucking as much as boys do. Maybe even more so?The question I have is why does society point fingers and call a girl like me a ‘slut’?That word has a very negative connotation to it. So I ask you, isn’t that kind of un-fair? I mean, there isn’t a ‘male’ equivalent to the the word ‘slut’ as far as I know.Boys are just ‘horny’ and I guess that that is just ‘expected’ or. "Ariana smiled. "I think I would like this Alexis. Perhaps we'll meet someday."Lillie went to use the rest room. When she returned to the table, she saw Ariana embracing and erotically kissing a lady dressed in a man's suit. It turned her on, but she felt a pang of jealousy that took her by surprise."Would you like to introduce us, Ariana?"Ariana smiled and said, "This is Simone, Lillie. She is a former lover and we're still close friends." Enchante, Lillie," said the woman.The ladies said. The fastenings pulled tight but not so much to cut off the circulation. Taking hold of one of the metal rings looped in the cuff you lead the beauty towards the chair. Sitting yourself down you pull her onto her knees and she looks at the hard member pointing towards the swing. You pull her across your lap forcing her to rise off her knees and pass the solid shaft she so desperately wanted in her mouth. Taking one hand you clip one of the rings into a metal clip at the bottom of the chair. You.