It hurts but I like the pain!Him: maybe your girlfriend would like it tooMe: she would love it, she wouldn’t want to have sex with me anymoreHim: sh... would realize that her boyfriend is a sissy that gets bossed around by girls and watches them get fucked by real men.“He still didn’t pick up his pace so flattering him wasn’t working, I decided to try and get him angry”Me: well I was acting like a real man earlier today, remember how I was fighting with you in front of everyone?He still didn’t go. I locked the cruise at 69 and held it there. No way was I going to risk having to do community service somewhere in a county I’d never heard of.Joan was good company as a traveling companion. We talked and gossiped quietly about our girlfriends. They’d all been mildly upset that she’d thought of going with me over spring break before any of them had. They’d already started putting dibs on the next trip. Nanette threatened to pack three of them in her Beetle and follow us, but no one could. It was not so easy in four inch heels, 'how did they do it so naturally in the movies?' she thought. She was hot and breathless when she finally reached the pub, but at precisely twelve o'clock she stood at the bar nervously waiting for someone to contact her. She was very conscious of her phone and embarrassed now because it had slid down inside her knickers to rest against her pussy. She was about to go to the ladies room to retrieve it when the barman asked what she would like to drink, she. He stiffened, and his heartpounded; it felt like it had been pounding now for awhile. She pushed him. “OK, now, keep on walking. Don’t turn around.” He tooka hesitant first step, and the pain in his back abatedsomewhat. “Stop at the end of the bridge.” He couldonly assume that she was keeping the gun (if that waswhat it was) pointed at him. His stomach wrung itself. “All right,” she said, coming up quickly behind him.“Now walk down.” She.