” “Are you saying that you are a hooker?” He asked. “Not really, but I have done it for money a few times. I really love sex, like if you wo...ld have come over for dinner, I would have wanted nothing more that you to fuck my brains out. You are so handsome, and I love sex, but I am not a normal girl in that way and other ways too.” I said. “Well then, why don’t I just come over to your apartment tonight for the sex around 11 or 12, instead of dinner?” He laughed, but I knew he was serious. . "I'm sorry, Mistress. I don't want to rush things. But whenever you think the time is right, I would love to wear a ring for you."She had looked thoughtful for a moment. "Are you sure about that, pet?" Yes, Mistress. You can... I mean... whenever you're ready... umm... you can just go ahead and, uh, have it done." I had stumbled over my words, nervous at what I was saying, and also worried about whether I was being too blunt about what it is I wanted, about the fact that I wanted to give her. . you lay there still as you can watching agonizingly wanting to touch yourself but knowing full well that if you move or make a sound that you will forced to wait in the other room and not get to enjoy the show...........As you squirm beneath my feet I dig my heel deeper into your chest to remind you that you must remain still or you will regret it. Turning my focus back to her my hands continue to trace all along her her body gently and slowly as goosebumps form along her skin. Taking her. Go!)And then there was Mimi. She seemed to have it all. Not only was she smart (she was the only person I ever copied answers off of in trig), but she was drop-dead gorgeous. More than simply pretty, Yesmine was elegant and glamorous. All the boys in school used to make those "dough eyes" at her. What's more, she was genuinely nice to just about everyone. Where she certainly wasn't going to go out with one of the motorheads or rednecks, she wasn't above talking to anyone who could carry on an.