? Flicking the cane back over his shoulder, he flicks it forward, almost in slow motion. ?Swish? Thwack!? Flinching, almost falling forward, ...my whimpers. ?Oomph!? Breasts swaying, pearls jiggling, her hands gripping into fists as her fingers dig into her palms behind her neck, she just as quickly gains her balance as her nipples press against the pillow’s case. Glancing toward the circling entourage, a hint of a smile with an approving nod, he steps forward, traces the index. Her robes slithered off her shoulders and collected around her ankles as, beneath, I saw she wore the simple homespun of a farmwife. It was a shapeless white gown, thin enough though that I could see the faint discoloration of her areola and the hard points of her desperately eager nipples.I felt my passions start to rise. My leggings felt very tight.“The walls are ... q-quite thick, Ray... “she whispered.“Good...” I rumbled. My green hand cupped her pale cheek and I leaned forward, kissing. Tracy’s video is what tipped the scales, because it showed the outlet actively fabricating negative information about you, rather than just taking on faith something someone else gave them.“From this point forward, you’re going to be vulnerable to people wanting to tag you with this kind of stuff, so at least try to be more careful, okay?” Frank asked.“Okay, I’ll be more careful,” I said.Sometimes having a high ‘Q Rating’ really sucked. I consoled myself with the thought that the PR and legal. As youth we had our Boy friends and girl friends. As a group we sat in pairs and during the movies we smooched and felt our partners in the most sensual ways. But we made sure we did not expose out Girl friends to others. Each one knew what the other was doing but they minded their own business. It was common to smooch and say our Hi or good byes. I had a few girls who were my friends but would always kiss me on my lips when we said bye.I then met a cute girl who took my fancy and we used to.