Because I didn't react immediately to his order,he repeated that I had to take my clothes off. All of them, he specified. Ina haze, I slowly started t... remove my shoes. Apparently I acted to slow. Henodded to the guards who brutally removed my shirt and pulled my jeans down.Automatically I held one arm before my breast trying to hide my crotch withthe other hand. Needless to say that this position did not hold them back toremove my bra and cuff my hands again behind my back. As they held me by. Indescribable,absolute bliss." Lithen Dick," said Marilyn, "I thaid I would thuck your dick and I did,I'm glad you enjoyed it, I did too, but thath where it endth, do youunderthtand me! Jutht a bit of fun, a quickie, OK? Nothing elth, leth beclear about that."Dick pulled up his trousers and said rather sullenly, "Yes, I understandMarilyn, I'll get on with the packing now, shall I? And thanks, um, foreverything."By this time Marilyn was standing in front of the hall mirror, with herlipstick in. The curlers also went in and she carefully applied a touch of mascara, a bit of eyeliner, and soft pink lip gloss. A shimmer of pale white covered her eyelids, while a soft dusting of bronzer highlighted her high cheekbones. Quickly she unwrapped her back length hair and the large soft curls bounced free and full. A white ribbon gathered her hair into a ponytail at the base of her neck. She tugged a few tendrils free to curl around her face, then with a panicked glance at the clock fairly flew. You know how it hurts me, too." Yes, and that's one more thing I couldn't bear to see another day. I..."I was about to say I loved him, but something in his eyes, in the way hereleased his embrace of my head, held me back.He sat in silence a long time; I gathered myself up to sit on the trailnear him. His face and eyes were working in a visible mix of grief andhope, and something that might have been either anger or fear. "You can't do it, Marisa," he finally said, and I knew it was one of.