" "Am I supposed to say no?" She willed him to understand. "Brody, we can't wait for this kind of thing to come around again. It may never. You may no... believe this, but I don’t care if we rule the charts or if I live in some big Malibu mansion. I just want to be able to support myself doing what I love to do. And this is what I have to do in order to get there." "I don't have to like it." Ryan pressed her fingers to her eyes. "You know what I hate? I hate that you're the person I want to tell. Saturday, Andrea again begged that we go out to dinner, "Please, it's my treat tonight. Didn't you enjoy it last night? Oh come on, you need to get out more." So we went.This dinner club had a bar with a room for dancing next to the dining area. After we had eaten, Andrea dragged me into that room and we sat at the bar, because all the tables were full.After we had our drinks, we danced some. This was a dance place for dances like fox trot, samba, tango or slow fox. For the next hour, we danced. ." Don't be embarrassed. It just means you're growing up Taylor. The fact that you called me means you want to be a woman now. Nothing to be ashamed of in that." Did... did you have any trouble getting out tonight?" she asked, trying to change the subject."For legal reasons I will live with my parents until i'm sixteen, but I pretty much do as I please," he replied; an exaggeration perhaps, but it was true his parents gave him much more freedom than the average teenager."Uh, like the music?". I’m done. Let me cum. Let me cum.” Her begging was polite, but on the verge of desperation. Keeping my fingers in her pussy, I began to suck on her clit, taking the engorged orb into my mouth once again and running my tongue over and around it. “Yes! Yes! Fuck Yes! That’s it! That’s it! Don’t stop! I’m gonna cum!” I stopped. There was no moan of frustration this time. “Why did you fucking stop? Let me cum. Let me fucking cum.” We had passed from the begging, pleading stage into the anger phase..