“I'm not going to wait any longer. We've been going out for six months. Nobody waits that long. I thought you loved me.” I had never said those wo...ds to him in my life. “I do.” I couldn't even say them, and even agreeing to it, I wasn't sure that I meant it. I wasn't even sure what the word 'love' meant. My parents made sure of that.“Then prove it.” Looking back, I would realize that he didn't even attempt to make his voice kind or soothing. Every word held the edge of demanding.I felt him move. His skin felt cold to the touch until George Turner, Gwen's now deceased husband, had come into the Garage and apologized to Alan as he took a leather strap to his arse, six time he laid that six inch wide leather strap across Alan's tender arse and even then stroked him to a climax over the strap before making Alan lick the leather strap clean.Then George left as quickly as he came, thirty minutes later Gwen entered the garage and inspected the redness of his arse before taking a piece of. She was an animal and felt only the throbbing of her cunt. She spread herself on the floor – totally open to him and ready to obey whatever his command – but he was still and silent. She realised that he was looking down on her in the moonlight. He paused for no more than a minute and then she felt his body over hers. He covered her neck with kisses and his hands made nerves flutter under her skin from her shoulders right down to her thighs. She felt her nipples stiffen as he found and pinched. HunterARRIVALI meet her at the station. It's almost midnight and she's the only one to get off the bus. We know each other from photographs, but have never spoken. She's shortened her hair a bit, probably in anticipation of what's to come. I'd have preferred to cut it myself, but one can never completely understand the mind of another, now, can they?She stands there, looking in my general direction, but not directly at me. She's wearing a simple blue dress that comes down to her knees, a.