But just occasionally stop and ask yourself what this will do to other people before you do something towards it.”“David,” she began, her voice ...mall, “I don’t know how well I can change, but I know that not only do I have to, but I want to. I will try, I’ll try my hardest, but, will you give me chance to try? Will you give me time?”“One last chance, Cal?” I asked.“One last chance,” she repeated, “please.”It was obviously a heartfelt plea. I believed, or perhaps I just wanted to believe, that. “Head down!” he shouts. I bow down quickly but it’s too late. “How many times? Seriously?” He lifts me up off himself. My starfish closes up. He stands up, runs the leash in between my legs and pulls it so I bend down even more. “Keep your hands to the wall!” My starfish opens again and for the next five minutes, he fucks me. He does not slap me; he does not talk (I know I annoyed him). He does not come. My orgasm is a bit further away in time as well, because of what I had done.He slides out.. The light came on outside when he rang the doorbell."Andrey? What are you doing here?" Zoya asked."Hello, Zoya. May I come in?" I wasn't expecting visitors, but, yes, come in," she said."You are still so beautiful, Zoya. Are you doing alright?" Andrey stood near her as he talked."Andrey, you are full of the bullshit. But I am doing well, yes." Zoya turned to the living room as she spoke. "Please, let's sit and visit." I don't want to visit. I want to fuck you."Andrey grabbed her hand and pulled. He locked that door too and slowly crawled over to me. I smirked and pounced on him. I ended up straddling him with my hands on his shoulders. Our tongues rubbed against the other's constantly. Dustin rested his hands on my thighs, his thumbs massaging my inner thighs.I smirked against his lips and pulled away a few centimeters. My lips brushed against his skin. Dustin started to unbutton my shirt. I just went ahead and ripped his shirt off. Dustin growled and hurried to get both of our pants.