You put up a strong, independent front, but you’re submissive in private. You’ve been in relationships that were emotionally empty and abusive lik... with Miranda. She beat and humiliated you for her own pleasure, but didn’t care about you. You expected the same from me and it confuses you that it’s different. You’re ready, willing and able to commit to a relationship where you’ll be marginalized or physically, sexually and emotionally abused by a tormentor and you’ve come to feel that’s normal.. We'd never actually made love, although we came extremely close to it on several occasions, the last time being after a drunken party one night when with some friends we'd played forfeits and dares, she'd been ordered to forfeit her panties and the dare was for me to take them off her.I did and the other two couples knowing we were brother and sister had been so turned on they'd began fucking each other almost immediately, so we slipped away home determined that we would finally cross the. The sadness in her voice confirmed to him that, once again, something catastrophic had happened in her self-absorbed world. With his hands on her shoulders, he looked into her face. Her face was always a beautiful surprise to look at. She was the only blonde he had ever seen with truly blond eyebrows and lashes. From personal observation, he knew she was blond all over, from her head right down to the hairs on her toes. Her eyes were filling with tears. “I’m sorry, I thought I was through. Approve?" she asked quietly. "Oh, yes, very much, I just wanted a moment to soak you in before we get busy. Would you like me to undress myself? Or would you like to do it?"Abby giggled girlishly "Oh, that sounds like fun, let me do it!" She stepped closer to this man she barely knew, this man whose skin color she knew she should stay away from, and started to push his tee shirt over his broad chest. There was a smattering of tightly curled chest here here and there, but not a lot. His chest.