She now has hold of her ankles as I push her back and with that I slide into her tiny wet hole hole and begin to fuck her, my thrusts are slow at firs... but then I begin to work into a fine rythm and now am thrusting faster and deeper inside of her, watching her as she plays with her tits is such a turn on and now she begins to lock her nipples and even getly bite them. Rolling her onto all fours I grab her tiny waist and slide inside again and slap her arse as she moans in delight, sticking my. Please! Now that you made me spill my guts about it in front of people, I want to feel what it’s really like.’ I ask, ‘Just how rough do these guys get in your fantasy?’ ‘Well they don’t stick a shiv in us, or strangle us, but they kinda…sorta…slap us around and stuff. Kinda like what Bob just did to Lisa. Mostly slapping us on the ass and legs, but also in… in the face a few times while calling us a couple of ‘lesbo cunts.’ They clamp their hands over our mouths so we can’t scream. Then they. She smiled, and he watched with rapt attention as her vermilion lips wrapped themselves around the rim of the cup. The bright whiteness of a pair of dainty, pointed teeth shocked him into near delirium, almost causing him to spill the hot beverage upon himself. “Oh” and those lips formed an ‘O’ of both wide-eyed innocence and gentle seduction. “I am very sorry Mr. Sebastian.” She smiled fully, giving him full view of her pristine fangs. “I should have warned you about these.” “How do you know. We were acquaintances. We became friends. It wasn’t long before we knew that we loved each other. It has only been a short time, you know, and yet it seems like we’ve loved each other all our lives. We kept drinking our coffee. We were all alone, together, and every second was better than the one before. We could see each other. We could say anything we wanted to, and no one could hear us. No one interrupted us. No waitress came by to refill our cups, but they never got empty. After a while, we.