Right at that moment is when she finally noticed that Karen wasn’t wearing a wedding wing. The feeling of hope increased, then Dana stopped herself....For all she knew, Karen just didn’t wear it to the store, for whatever reason. But this little voice told her she’d regret it if she didn’t pry, just a bit. Trying to sound casual, Dana voiced a carefully worded comment.I started to get ready for my interview. I decided to wear a black business suit and look professional. I knew that I had nice. My father was dead. It hurt more than I thought it should. All the hatred, the disgust, I felt for the man dwindled. He was gone. It was hard to loathe him any longer when memories of the gentler man he used to be rose in my mind.I remembered my time from my childhood when my mother still lived. He was warm then, loving. Something died in him with Mother. What filled him was cold ambition. It drove him to such terrible acts, twisted him long before he became that insectoid thing lying dead down. Time for more training he said. I was suspended from the ceiling and he applied warm wax all over my body. It felt oddly good to me. He rubbed it in making me glow. Then he began fingering my pussy and ass. In this position he could lick and suck my clit, pussy and ass. He did it so well that I became all aroused and sloppy wet. Cum and saliva started oozing out between my legs. He made me orgasm about six times before untying me. If this was meant as BDSM torture I must have been becoming. Heather had cornered Civia right when she arrived at the practice pitch and quickly and quietly explained a few plays that we had planned on the ride to school, so I was confident that we’d make a better showing than we had last week. We set up with Civia on left wing, Rhee left-middle, me right-middle, and Heather right wing.Coach started us off by kicking the ball to Civia. Since we had expected that, we had designed one of the plays around it. Rhee immediately broke upfield and right, while.