My fingers moved towards her blouse hooks and opened one by one. I removed her blouse and cupped her both melons in my hands. It was an amazing feelin.... I couldn’t control now. I grabbed her and hide my face between those soft melons.I took her nipple between my lips and started to suck her hard. My other hand was rubbing her boobs and feeling the warmth of her bare skin. After sucking her boobs for ten minutes I climbed over her and kissed her throat. I removed my shirt and my bare chest was. I would have done anything to please him that night. He was making me feel so good.“I want you to ride me” He sat back up on the couch and I turned to face him. “ I want to sit here and I want ya to ride my cock” He pulled his tight shirt off and I got to see he had a tattoo on each shoulder an eagle on the right and a barbed wire on his left (yes tacky I know but when you are young and horny its bad ass right?). His chest was shaped and he had a skinny tummy. He had thin hair all the way. " His smile wassadistic and cruel showing various holes where teeth lay missing. Almost immediatelyshe doubled over and placed one breast into the bucket of water to only feelthe loathsome sting of almost boiling liquid saturate her mammary. Still bothhands rose to press against the wood as she lifted her sopping tit out of thebucket. Digits grasped her breast as she twisted the flesh cruelly. Grimacingin pain the water was distributed among the floor. Sinking down in abject humiliationwhile. I pondered my options: 1. Just suck it up and do the speech. (Highly unlikely I wouldn’t go into hypothermic shock) 2. Just don’t show up that evening. (A brilliant solution to a complex problem, yet had dire career consequences) 3. Run away and start over. (Again a great short-term solution, yet I love my house) 4. See a therapist. (A potential solution, yet the idea of sharing my life and insecurities with a stranger was as nerve-wracking to me as public speaking was) Suddenly, the light bulb.