She finished her performance. Light applause could be heard as she stepped offstage and pulled her hair out of the ponytail she had it in. He watched ...s she shook her hair and sighed, her chest heaving. He smiled and approached her, saying, ‘Were you nervous?’ ‘Of course not,’ she replied haughtily, embracing him tightly. She thanked him for coming, a genuine smile brightening her face. He stroked her hair and said, ‘I love that song, you know.’ She smiled and nodded. ‘That’s why I picked it,’. Mike was in great shape physically, and was pretty sharp mentally as well, making A’s and B’s in high school, just like me, just a year behind me in age. However in size, he was easily 5 or 6 inches taller than me (over six feet) and easily thirty pounds heavier, and all of that muscle. Mike was an outfielder on the school’s baseball team, and had hit 25 home runs his senior year, the most of anyone in the county. What he really loved, though, was martial arts. He worked out at karate three. Getting out of a tuk-tuk with a long skirt can be tricky. At the reception the girl behind the counter gave him a knowing look when he asked for his room key. The room number was 35, just my age in years. Peter put his arm around my waist and guided me to the lift. In the lift he stood behind me, pushed his hands under my arms and rested them on my belly. When he started to nibble the lobe of my ear I moaned with pleasure. He continued to stroke my belly and moved his mouth to my neck. He stood. Thank you- B.K. The Belonging, Part 2: Harris and AkiraAkira had woken, quietly, as she had been trained, and her huge eyes, an amazing hazel so pure they shone gold, were on her beloved Daddy. Her master. He was sitting in a chair by her bed, and despite the fact that she was tightly handcuffed by both wrists, sweat pouring over her nude caramel skin, with a vibrating egg lodged firmly inside her, relentless in its pulsing, she was overcome with happiness. She understood she.