If shewas sufficiently cowed she would do as she was told. Otherwise I shouldneed to get rough. I watched her carefully. She reluctantly got to herfee... and turned to face me. She instinctively pulled her dress down andclearly did not know then what to do with her hands. I leisurely lookedover her young form. She had a surprisingly mature shape for a fifteenyear old. Her upper chest swelled out to a pair of very nice tits and thennarrowed to a trim waist before broadening out to surprisingly. However, I kept coming back every weekend, and sometimes during the weekdays as well, as was now the case.A dreary, frustrating thursday at work left me screaming mad. As allways, I decided to battle my frustrations by putting on the most outrageous outfit I could find and go out. The other clubs downtown couldn't please me, however, so I ended up here again.With a small sigh I looked at myself in the mirror. I was leaning against the bar, wearing leather pants tied at the side, enveloping my. I didn’t feel any different than normal after we were done, I didn’t even look at her any differently than I had before. A few months later, after a few more times of having sex and a boring relationship, we broke up with each other, going our different ways. This did not bother me, I had been single before and knew what to expect, but what I did not expect was how I would feel a couple months later after scrolling down my Facebook and noticing she was dating someone else. It wasn’t so much. So I rubbed them slowly and teasingly as her breaths got louder again.By that time a few strands of hair had fallen over her face. She lifted her right arm to wipe them from her face. At that moment I was able to see her hairy armpit very closely. It was really hairy with about 1 ½- 2 inch long hairs. Since I was an armpit man myself, I couldn't take my eyes off that beautiful sight. But I also made sure that my hands were rubbing her breasts also. I wanted to ask her about the armpits. But.