.?” “Fucking.” She said quietly. I could almost see the shy look on her face. “You won’t be wearing tights this time will you?” I asked...her. “You know what happened last time!” I was referring to how had I struggled to pull them down and in the end I got exasperated and just pushed up her skirt and ripped them from her. She gasped but I saw that she enjoyed it. I ripped off her panties as well, tore them in half. She groaned. I grabbed her by the wrists and held her hands down above her. Ah, it's not abstract. I..." "Does it excite you Paul? Do you fear what you see? Who is she Paul?" Shelanguidly dropped her left hand to rest softly in his lap the cause ofhis discomfort pulsing under the palm of her hand. Twitching inindecision and animal longing.Her right hand grasped the edge of the drawing and lifted it slightly soit was more upright in front of them. He turned and gazed deeply into hereyes and again tried to read her thoughts. All he saw was the intenseblue heat of an oxy. "Me: "I wish I could help you out. Is there anything I can do?"Brooke: "I doubt it, really. Thanks though."Me: "You sure? I will do anything if I can."Brooke: "Well, I have thought of something that may help me at leastsort some of my feelings out but was unsure how to pull it off."Me: "What is it?"Brooke: "I think I need to get away for a couple days and try to sortthings out. I thought about getting a hotel room for a weekend but Icannot afford that. But I think it might help me get a grip on. I bend down and begin running my tongue across it. It tastes horrible, but it doesn’t matter. I’m a dirty skank and I’ll do anything for them. I glance up, and several are amazed at what I’m doing. Others laugh and say they’re not surprised, this is what I am. I look up, type in Thank You. Several more questions come in, as my viewers do more to humiliate me.How often do I jerk off? A couple times a day. What does my girlfriend look like? I describe her. One of the men asks to see a picture and.