.. he raped me." Bernice started to cry, "he was such a little guy ... I figured I'd be safe ... I wasn't. He really hurt me."The statuesque blond ask...d, "Bernie? If you could have defended yourself ... would you have shot him?" In a heartbeat." Want to learn to shoot? Red, show her your scar, please." What on earth?" I was shot. I defended my self. He's dead and I'm not." This was not the time or the place to reveal the how and why ... especially the deputy Marshal status.Nothing would help it. He came closer to me, put his arms around my shoulder and kissed my lips and sucked on it. He kissed me in my neck as if consoling me of that pain. When I saw his face, I could sense that he was enjoying all of this and I felt great that I am giving him all the pleasure he needed though it gives me some pain. Slowly the pain fade away, and he slowly started rocking front and back, kissing me and fondling me often. I felt a great mix of pain and pleasure every time he moved his hard cock in and. We even joked about how much trouble she would be when she hit her teens. Her dad predicted before that she would end up as a pole dancer. As it turned out he was not that far wrong. Alongside her day job in hospitality & banqueting she worked as a "glamour model". Now that term in the UK has two distinct meanings it's first is topless and nude modelling such as appears daily in two or more tabloid newspapers. Their upper - strata models generally become B list show biz personalities and. It said she was from Bangalore and she would love to take me as her partner, but on her conditions. By this time I had been frustrated enough to lend myself to anyone to do as they please, and hence I agreed. It was the usual Skype call for verification and she and I chatted with each other without showing each other’s face. Another thing that I should tell you about now is the submissive itch I have in my body. I was into BDSM and I would have wanted her to dominate me the way she wanted.A.