The knife still lodged in his back.He stood over me, and repeatedly beat me in the face.It was so fucking painful.I blacked in, and out of consciousne...s.The man, then picked me up by the throat, punched me hard, and spit blood in my face. I could tell the knife cut was beginning to really fucking hurt him.his punches became weaker, and weaker.Then, all of a sudden he stopped, and started coughing up blood.He looked down at his shirt, and began to whimper.I fell to the floor, and began crawling. I think he said that he’d eat his hat if you woke up before 10 am on your own,” she chuckled.He was right. I was normally a late sleeper. The only reason I got up when I did was that I was so excited to see what other sexy shenanigans the girls were getting into.I asked what they normally did throughout the week. Juliette reminded me my father would be back and let THEM know what the new rules would be around the house. “I am pretty lax on school days when your father is not here. I barely. Or rather John was done. I was very much not.The first time I returned home after making love to another man, John was waiting for me downstairs. It was late and he was in his dressing gown. He opened the door to me without a word and I followed him up to the bedroom. The first two times I had been out on one of my dates, he had asked me the question immediately. This time he waited what seemed like an eternity to me as I removed my makeup and put my jewelry away. I was on my way to the shower. I could notice she is attracted towards me.One evening I cudnt control asking "how do u maintain ur figure so well?" And she blushed n answered "power yoga" I instantly imagined her in a sexy yoga body hugging suit and smiled. I den thought of asking her more questions for the way she opened up to me. I asked "Do you have a boyfriend?"She looked sad and said she had a breakup recently and the relationship lasted for a year and now she is single but she missed the physical intimacy. I kissed her.