’ She wants to cry but could not draw the tears out of her as mixed sensations of frustration and absolute pleasure confuse her. Nat pulls away fro... her and leans back, watching her body quiver with desire and frustration. He listens to her sounds of sobbing that’s muffled by the pillow. He wants to rush and release her, to hold her in his arms, to craddle her, and tell her how much he loves her entire being. But, there’s something beatiful in seeing her frustrated and helpless. So he waits. "I love you little one. I was trying to protect you, and I'm afraid that I have hurt you deeply, and that you have likely lost any trust you ever had with me. Do you still want to leave?"Nina lay there thinking, and feeling emotionally, as well as physically drained. Gretchen's speech had hit very close to home, and she realized that she had been very close to agreeing to be with the lesbians. In the back of her mind, however, she had remembered Gretchen's discussion from yesterday, and her. See something you like, Sailor. He walked over to me, looking so handsome in his Tux. My foot still raised toward him. He picked it up by my heel and lifted my stocking covered toes to his lips. It took my breath away as he took them into his mouth. I watched as my glossy red toes disappeared between his lips. I felt him mouth my toe rings and suck my toes through the stocking. He put my foot down and went straight to my glistening labia. I said, OMG, baby ... NOOOOOOOOOO ... no time honey but. ”“A ... a tattoo, gunny?” asked one of the marines.“A tattoo,” he said. He directed his gaze to Gath again. “Groundie, I’m sure in all that extensive education you medics go through, they talked about tattoos somewhere, didn’t they?”“Yes, gunny,” Gath said.“Why don’t you tell Private...”“Flippy, gunny,” the marine said.“Private Flippy,” Korgan said with a nod. “Tell him what a tattoo is.”“It’s a ritual, originally started on ancient Earth, in which pigment is injected into the dermal layer of.