"Are you OK with this, Joanie?" he asked. I told him, "If I wasn't OK with it, I'd have slept on the couch."He leaned down and kissed me softly; my ni...ples immediately responded, and he knew it. He gently massaged my breasts through the fabric of the teddy. "May I take this off?" he asked. "Please do", I responded. He slipped the teddy over my head, and I lay before him, topless. "God, you have gorgeous breasts", he said. I thanked him, and encouraged him further. He continued to massage one. He saw my face contort and must have guessed that I was close to another orgasm.“Remember what I told you slave, you better not come!”He purposely sped up frigging my clit as he fucked me, testing me to see if I could hold out. It was hard, holding in an orgasm I so badly wanted to let out, while getting slammed over and over. I moaned and tried my best to think of something else, anything else, like all the losers before who couldn't fuck to save their life, but it always came back around to. Generally they are used by people to describe someone they have neither the time nor the inclination to get to know further."Out of the wallet I pulled out the photo of the old me that had served as a constant reminder. I handed it to Susan. "Believe me when I say that things can change if you want it bad enough. All you have to do is remember those that really care for you and love you and take strength from that." This was really you?" Susan had studied the photo and was handing it back to. .. that's why I came ... isn't it?'The third gulp drained the glass.She was watching the men at the bar watching ESPN when Vickie entered her field of view. The sandy blonde hair that she'd had piled on top of her head now rested on the shoulders of her white blouse. The thigh high stockings didn't quite reach the hem of her short kilt. She'd also changed shoes from the flats to a pair of modest heels. Melissa found herself transfixed. The school girl outfit was like something out of a porn.