She only stopped when she reached the delicate lace around the waistband of her thong.Jaz continued to lick and plant kisses on Marsha's lower abdomen...and the teen moaned her pleasure. Jaz's hand moved to stunning blond's left hip and began to tug her thong down. Marsha stopped her from proceeding. "Can I please keep them on?" Marsha asked as a look of embarrassment crossed her face. Jaz cursed herself for moving too fast. "Of course you can," Jaz answered, kissing her cheek. Marsha allowed. Once again, all characters are eighteen or over. Chapter 7 Sam was sitting in her favourite spot, under the oak tree by the lake. It was a beautiful spot and Sam liked to go swimming here. She didn’t feel much like swimming today though. Instead, Sam was quietly staring into space. Her whole world was crumbling down around her. Everything she held private and dear was being taken away. Sam knew she was probably being a little melodramatic and she hated wallowing in self pity, but she couldn’t. Rather than abuse it, use it up and destroy it He knows how to build on it, push it, stretch it and polish it until it is exactly to his liking. If He wishes to treat me like a slave He will and I often fantasize about a time when I will be able to live as his 24/7 slave for days at a time. If He wishes to abuse my body He will and I love to endure the pain that turns him on and to see and feel the marks he leaves me. I know that He will never abuse the gift of my submission. I don't have a. "No, we mustn't do this!" she cried."Anne, you've been drinking," he admonished, and kissed her again, harder than the first time.Her arms went around his neck. "God forgive me!" she moaned, standing on her toes, her mouth hungrily searching his in the darkness.She felt giddy, and drunk, and sinful, and terribly excited as he led her to his car. They got into the back seat and he took her in his arms again, his heavy lips mashing against hers. His thick tongue went deeply into her mouth. He.