He sat still for a moment, feeling the firm resilient mounds of her breasts squashed down beneath his buttocks. He did not move to give her mind time ...o adjust to the change in position. Whatever he did had to be slow so as not to break the spell she was under. If she ever returned to total consciousness he knew her mind would fight the dictates of her body and he did not want her forced tonight. He wanted her mad with desire.He placed both his hands gently down behind her head and lifted it up. .. no, I'm not." The mixture of alcohol and desire was something Dawn found difficult to endure. She repeated herself knowing it was a boldfaced lie, but it didn't matter to her disillusioned mind. The hardest thing to understand was Sandra's assumptions that she was submissive and wanted the woman to be her mistress. Dawn actually believed she retained a small measure of control, but her body belied the belief."Oh no, not yet. No, I wanted you to wait," Sandra pleaded.Dawn stared into the. . .It was my senior year in high school, there was about a month left of school and I was the queen of the school. I was the captain of cheerleading squad. I was adored by the boys, and every girl wanted to be me. I was living the high life, I was invited to every party and with out me at a party the party was dull. I got drunk every party and got high as a butterfly at school. As a usual Tuesday we had cheerleader practice. It was ok, we started doing a new dance so we could impress. *Pant*Pant*Pant*. He handed me a pen. When I grabbed it, I was barely able to hold it. My hand and fingers were so slimy. My love juices made it virtually impossible to sign the piece of paper. But I managed and gave him back everything. *Pant*Pant*Pant*. "Here you go. Is there anything else, Jeff?" "No. Thank you so much. Ah, for your business." Still looking down at the ground. He took his pen, tore off the carbon copy and handed it to me. He reached out his right hand and without thinking, I.