Your knees are bent, with your legs held in place by matching wide leather ankle restraints. Today I have allowed your head to stay on the table, I li...e watching your face when we play. Raising my foot I slide my sharp stiletto heel into your mouth and watch as your tongue laps at the heel like a grateful puppy. The flat of the shoe rests on your chin, forcing your mouth open and allowing me to bear weight on your face without the heel ripping your throat. However I am still pleased to hear you. He opened the door and I climbed in. The ambiance what lacking but the RV would serve its purpose. Let me give you the tour, he joked and led me to the rear bedroom. Can I take off your clothes? He asked. Sure, I replied. Jay grabbed the bottom of my shirt and yanked it over my head. There I stood in an RV parked at a tourist trap in my bra. Jays hands went immediately to my tits. He started kneading them relentlessly. Luckily for him, I happen to enjoy having my nipples pinched. So, he was. “In simplest terms,” he began, “the Gibson family imploded. When they found out what Lisa had done, they simply couldn’t accept it and banished her from their home. There was no trial, no defense, simply the decision of her parents. Mark Gibson tried to justify his actions by blaming our religion, but that was just self-serving BS. Our faith teaches compassion and forgiveness but he was having none of that and kicked her out like she was some wayward pet. It was disgusting.”I was flabbergasted.. They talked for an hour in their condescending holier than thou voices, and basically ripped on every student in the class.I was already pissed off, but this threw me over the line. I had read all of Hillary's "private" writings... so basically I had read the bitch's diary. It made me ill, all of the poetic lovey-dovey crap that she wrote down about some guy named Bart. The girl didn't have one ounce of talent in her body. Everything that I read screamed piss-poor, greeting card crap.The madder.