TXT by Cindy V. femdom, TV, humiliationI don't think Jennifer has ever liked me.Jennifer is about 23, with long black hair. She is very pretty, ands...e accomplishes her beauty with only a little dark grey eyeliner. Shewould be a knockout with a little more makeup. She also dresses veryconservatively for someone her age, often with a jacket and knee orbelow length skirts, and very low heels. She walks with a slouch, notwith the confident walk of someone so lovely. And she applies hairspray. That’s the great thing about tits, so much variety!‘Why don’t you come over here?’ I heard, distracting me from my “get to know you” session with Denise’s boobs.I turned round to see that Jenny had climbed off the table and that Scarlet was sitting up, her legs dangling over the edge. I stole a glance a Scarlet’s smaller, perky boobs, just as they’d promised under that top of hers. Her nipples were proud and pleased to be out and about. I walked towards her and stopped just a pace from. And she told me how dancing with the guys at the ball had opened her eyes to the possibilities and she wanted to explore them. I eventually said that I wouldn’t stop her if that’s what she wanted, but I’d never been into sharing. I wanted all of her or nothing. She chose nothing.”The version of the story that Clarissa would tell her friends was that she was getting scared she was falling for me too hard, too quickly and had asked me to cool things down for a while. Give her time to think. And. She wondered how many women could possibly find a man that would take such good care of her.As time went by, the sexual tension in the air became thick enough to cut with a knife. Their conversations became longer and more intimate. The silences became less threatening. Neither one was willing to give into their individual urge. Shadow because he was completely clueless about how Ginger felt about him. Ginger was unwilling because she was unable to see the effect that she was having on.