One of those people that just made everyone feel comfortable and happy to be around them. She had a mischievous side too. She would tell me I was a ba... influence on her. Well that was true. I am a very bad influence on a lot of people, but she was just waiting for someone to bring it out. The ‘it’ was a pixie spirit. She was, is, and always will be my pixie. We started talking on line. Just getting to know each other and talking about our lives. It was all completely innocent but , again, I am. As we continued talking, it seemed that hardly any time had passed before we came to the P.G.A. Boulevard exit. Taking that exit, Sara turned right on P.G.A., and then after a short distance, turned left onto Military Trail. ‘We’re almost home, baby,’ Sara smiled as we turned right onto Winchester Road, then left onto Ficus Street. As we pulled into the second driveway to the right, I teased, ‘I always knew that my girlfriend would have a beautiful home.’ ‘Uh, excuse me, Bryan,’ she giggled,. I reached towards her and pulled out her saree with full force and she said aaaaaaaaaahhhhh… I got completely erected and slapped her,carried her and throwed her on her bed. I removed my clothes and she was shocked by seeing my 90 degrees angle. I jumped on to her and teared her bra. I saw two big hills and river like her navel and whirlpool at te end of her navel.I kissed her on her navel deeply and she raised her two big big boobs. I teared her bra and squeezed her boobs like anything. She. ?Breanne cringed, trying to shrink away from the approaching sadist. The glowing tip of the iron came up, zeroing in directly on her right nipple. It was as if she had been burned. A terrible jolt passed through her flesh, puckering her already swollen nipple, forcing a soundless cry from her lips. Her entire body tensed, her toes curling as Mason moved the hot iron to her other breast. He stood there shocking her, moving the hot iron from one point to another on her body. From her.