He would open and freely explore every part of his victim’s body. There would be more embarrassment and humiliation involved than pain, most likely ...ausing the blonde woman to quickly forget whatever resentment she may have had. When he had finished, he went back to the dungeon room and found Susan lying upon the wooden table, the blue ice packs lying around her. “Get up,” he ordered. Susan moved, a bit more slowly than she otherwise might. She put her feet on the floor and stood arms at her. None of the guys were good enough for the stuck-up cunt, it seemed. Huh. Someone ought to teach her a lesson.Without consciously deciding, he set down his beer, shoved a ten across the stick, and began working his way through the crowd toward the door.By the time he was outside in the cool air, she was half a block down the street, her heels tapping a rhythm on the pavement as she briskly walked toward the parking garage. It seemed as if his feet stepped out in the same direction without his. They both fell to the bed, exhausted. They laid in each other arms listing to the rain on the roof as they drifted off to sleep, bodies intertwined, covered in sweat and cum, exhausted, content.-----As she finishes the story, she realizes she subconsciously has one hand down her pants, rubbing her crotch, now very wet and showing through her pants.She smiles and looks around before pulling her hand out and licks the moisture from her fingers.The traffic has lightened up so she starts her car,. " When I first got my training bra I was so happy that I was finallygoing to wear a bra. Every class has a few girls who develop early andmake all the other girls feel like they're somehow deficient, when itreally has nothing to do with the breast size that one ends up with.It's amazing how cruel some girls can be to others." I'm worried that even after my breasts develop, they might not be asbig as many other girls and they'll still tease me." You know what I say to girls like that?" What?".