'It's over. Just go home' Ryan grimaced.Tyr looked at his fallen cronies. 'This isn't over.''You better make sure it is, otherwise next time I'll brin... more than just one of my buddies to kick your ass back to the fucking Ukraine.'Ryan looked pretty scary, I would have believed him. Tyr and his friends got up, and dragged each other away.The three of us stumbled outside (Well Ryan and I stumbled, Keira walked normally) and sat down on the grass, backs resting against the concrete.Ryan smiled. But first, he unbound her legs, and left her arms still trapped above her head. She watched through half lidded eyes as he slid up her body, hands caressing her skin while his eyes stayed locked on her. He paused briefly to kiss first her clit, then her nipples, and finally her lips, holding his body above her, his cock brushing across her pussy lips and sore clit. "Are you a little slut-girl?" he asked her, teasingly."Yes I am Master," she whispered back breathlessly."Whose little bitch are. They threw the wedding on the golf course to which her dad was a member and flew all of her friends down and partied the night away. Her mom was there in the thick of it all night, dancing and drinking just like one of the girls. Of course it wasn’t until this trip that Robin realized just how “cool” she was.They had been down in Mexico for only the day so far, enough time to unpack and go to the beach and as the evening hit they decided to go out to the nearest bar so they could get an early. Calling me Daisy Duke and everything. Real embarrassing.Girls want to have boobs and stuff. They just don't want to be the first. And, at 13, they sure don't want to have 'way more' than anyone else. I'm still not used to having titties that jiggle when I walk. I try to do everything I can to hide them.Today, though, I'm kind of dressed like a ten year old girl on her way to church. I feel like a fool.Dora Lee said that refined young women dress when they go out. 'No one' would consider going.