“How exactly do you have her covered?” Steven smiled as he drove the car out of the mall parking lot and turned it on to a street going up town. �...�She’s got a thing for my best friend Tim. So I asked him to come over and keep her occupied for a few hours.”“What a friend you have.” They both laughed. Steven drove them to a motel where he already had a suite booked. Trish sighed as they entered the room and looked around. The room was spacious with a king size bed and fresh crisp white sheets. A. This time his hand continued rubbing, my pussy was soaked by now even as he kneaded the bruised flesh of my bottom. Small whimpers muffled by the gag as I felt his fingers spreading my cheeks, dipping between them. I started wiggling, fear filling me as I realized where his fingers were going, knowing that was the one place on my body that had never been used by any man. The thought disgusted me and I felt my instincts to fight kick into action, but there was no fight to be had, I fell hard to. You told me to be creative, so I changed the rules. If you want an easy way out now, all you have to do is tell me the story of where you went, who you spent your time with, and what you did with them, when you left me and came back with an army of lawyers at your back and freed us both from that awful marriage. And of course, you'll have to tell me who I can call to confirm your story and you'll have to give them permission to confirm the details. "Now before you think that that is all I'm. I am not as... Fine, let's be as humiliatingly formal as possible: I have small breasts. They have always been a source of anxiety for me. American society is fixated on cup size; you have to have a C or higher, it seems, to get any attention. That, for the record, knocks me, Sajel and Christa straight off the map, leaving only Jane, and Arie if you're feeling generous. (Brandon seems to have gathered some rather flat-chested people around him.)When I was a child, I wanted to rise to the top..