” She didn't say she wouldn't, she said she couldn't. To me this was a significant difference. My adolescent optimism immediately began to create a ...antasy in which couldn't started to become something like, she “couldn't” just at this moment, and she couldn't just then, but “could” right now. As I lay back on my bed I replayed the last few minutes; the wonderful sensation of her hug pulling my face into her huge tits. My imagination removed the layer of cotton and now my face was buried. Rob is our new service manager. Take care of his paperwork will you? I've got to run over to Clarksville and see Greening" and he was gone.Mellissa looked up at me and smiled. "You look disappointed" she said."I am. I most definitely am." Well take heart. Paul has been known to piss me off so bad that I have to do things to get even with him." What kinds of things?" No telling. It is never the same thing twice."That conversation set the tone of my relationship with Mellissa. Did you ever know a. And remember don’t be easy on me either–I need to really feel the pain, I need to feel like this is real in order to orgasm,” she said.“Punishment eh? Okay, but if I’m punishing you does that make me ‘Daddy’ or do you want to me to be your ‘Master’ or ‘Sir’, Maggie?” I asked.“Well 'Daddy’ wouldn’t work–most Daddy’s love their little girls. And Master makes me sound like a slave, not a whore. So I guess Sir would be the best,” she said.“Okay, from now on when we are together alone, I am Sir,” I. They watch, those wretched diseased hands, as I fall, and the great pit ofdarkness and fire envelopes around me. You watch in your looking glass, as I fall closer to you, into your grasp. The fallen angel, amongst the hell. I flex my wings, struggle to defend myself against the fast moving air, butI am helpless. The arrows pierced my wings long ago. I am lost, to those above,and must die, a martyr amongst rotting flesh, andfuming flames of your abode. Your eyes flash as you walk to see me. I.