”“So? You’re giving me a handjob, Marie. I don’t think he’d like that, either.”“True! Okay, so, like, should I just lift my shirt? O... what?”“Sure!”“I got a bra on, though.”“Oh. Well, you gotta take it off.”“Yeah, I guess. Okay…”“Wow, you have nice tits, Marie!”“I can tell you like them! I can see a little precum on your hole.”“Yeah!”“You like how my tits jiggle when I jack you, don’t you?”“Yes! They’re so cute! You know what would be even better? If I could touch them!”“Oh, man.. At a 34 C, they weren't exactly small, but the fact that I was barely 5'3", and 108 pounds (including my freshman 5), made them appear even larger. This could be a good or bad thing depending upon the circumstances. They were great as an attention grabber when I wanted to be noticed, at other times they were a real nuisance. They could be very sensitive, almost to the point of being painful. And bras... well, while they certainly were always a necessity for me, I hated wearing them. When I was. As the rope was pulled my legs were cruelly raised above me. The crowd became silent in anticipation of the first of many events. The guard was holding a poker over his fire, hammering its tip against his anvil. The tip was glowing with such intensity that one could not look upon it for the light. As the guar came towards my helpless body. The rope was pulled higher, bringing my legs far above my body. I was lying defenseless upon the Dias. I could feel my nakedness and eyes of hushed crowd on. "Is this alright, Eric? I've never done this before. All Charles ever did was stick his cock into my pussy and fuck until he came. He never made love to me. Am I doing this right?" God. Was she doing it right. "Dana, you're a natural, I think. I want you so badly right now. Can I touch you too?" "Oh, Eric. I want to be loved so much right now. I've waited so long to really be loved. Do anything you want. It's all new to me too." The first thing I did was have Dana take off the nightgown. Now I.