His left hand spread my labia. ‘God.’ The right hand went to the stud. ‘That is so very, very sexy love.’ I bit my lip, shifting my hips, tryi...g to get closer to those fingers. ‘Gabriel…’ He pushed a finger up against the stud, making it rub across my clit. ‘I’ve read about these.’ He glanced upwards, watching my reactions as he played with the stud. ‘But I’ve never known a woman who actually had one.’ His flicked the jewel with the end of his finger, making it vibrate against me. ‘Tell me.’ He. No way was I going to have anything to do with him!I had Brock pick me up at my friend Shelly's house at one on the day of the prom; we spent that whole day wrapped up in just being with each other. After lunch at the Toulon Café he bought me a beautiful solitaire pendant and said that it was for agreeing to keep him company instead of going to the dance. I took him into the mall and teased him unmercifully as I tried on lingerie and paid for it with my credit card so daddy would see it. I also. In that shower, finding a calm way to let the memories and experiences percolate in my mind, while attempting to evaluate the highs against the fears, I made my decision. I pledged myself to meeting you on Sunday with my collar on, with the key's envelope still sealed shut.I knew myself, of course, and my own history of letting my fears stand between myself and my desires. As I dried myself off, I set my self on a plan of one step at a time. Sure, I was using this cliché to give in to a high,. They had all done each others hair and make up and any man would think that they had died and gone to heaven. I got a big cheer as I entered the room with everyone standing and clapping. I was embarrassed by the attention, touched by the gesture and gobsmacked by the view.I was sat at a table with Sophie and Gemma the captain as well as Natasha. “Sasha” as she was nicknamed by the team was the leader of the forwards. Playing at number 8, she needed to be strong, athletic, fearless and.