You took my hands and placed them softly on your tits and raised those firm, wonderful tits, toward me with just by increasing the fullness of your lu...gs. Your hands went to my face and held it tightly on both sides. You tilted your head and your tender lips brushed mine. You moved those lips wonderfully across my lips softly until I was sure you were just teasing the hell out of me. Your left hand brushed my hair and settled at the back of my head and held it tightly as you pressed you full. The night goes on we all get good and drunk, we meet up with some more friends, drink more, and Amanda and I talk, flirt, and begin to form some sort of friendship; at one point even saying we are “spirit animals.”The next day I head home and hang out with the family for the day, and make plans to meet up again with Pat later. While making plans, he says to me that “Chad probably hates you now, because Amanda said something about you.” Evidently Chad has a bit of a jealous streak, I say to Pat. I was just on my way. You can ride with me.”“Ah,” Rae said quietly. “I made it in time.”Mead was uncharacteristically quiet on the short drive. The barrage of questions he was known to shout at once suddenly dried up in his throat. The implications overwhelmed him. The ‘Rae’ who had inscribed Gee’s book was somehow related. The great mystery of the man’s identity was about to be revealed and Mead found he did not want to hear it.He didn’t know what to do and could think of no alternative but to. . I am sorry." "No, you are not sorry... and I am not done with you. Nor are the others. Now down on your knees, you slut."I kneel down, tears streaming down my face, stinging me at my collar bone where you cut me. I can't help but think that I so love to be treated rough by you... but not like this... not with people watching. It is fine in my head but not when it is actually happening to me. You are mad, angry at me and the way you slap me around is hurtful. You rip of the pasties off my.