A solid month of preparation, a two hundred dollar dress that will have me working for Mom all summer, a three hundred dollar pair of shoes that will ...ee me enslaved to her postal/shipping/mailbox store until I'm fifty-six, and we can't forget the ninety dollar haircut. What did I get out of it? A rather mediocre dinner, some nice dancing, a great picture and my now ex-boyfriend attempting to get me to put out. I'm not a prude, far from it, but it just wasn't going to happen.I'm still a virgin.. ”“You didn’t deserve that,” Doug consoled his wife.Alia sniffled, “I was only nine. What did I do wrong to make it happen?”“It wasn’t your fault. They were bad, terrible men.”“It went on for months,” Alia purged. “I tricked one of those retards into untying me one day. Then I ran away as fast as I could.”“I’m so glad God gave you a mind to do that. You’re smart and beautiful. You’re with me now. I got you, my love,” Doug reminded her. “It’s a wonder you let any man touch you intimately. I’m. I heard a tearing sound. A silver duct tape went over my mouth; as the man stayed carefully behind me.Then he made me lean over the hood of my car.“What a hot piece of ass you are, bitch. My lucky day” He growled…My purse was set on the hood next to my face. The man was checking the contents. He saw my driver’s license and said I lived in a nice neighborhood… He might have to visit me some time…He was looking through my phone now, laughing at the picture of my husband there…He dropped my phone. .........Molly:WOW! I am almost breathless on hearing your words!I grind and writhe beneath you, longing for you to inch your wayfurther and further up my long nylon stockinged legs so ourstockings can 'whipser' sweet rasps to each other. I long for thefeeling of your silky satin cami knickers next to mine rubbing upand down , oh that feels so good!Your deep oh so shiny cheery red lipsticked lips look soinviting. The look and feel of you and your perfect my make up,concentrating of course on my.