?Look at these things.? He said as he kept his firm fist in her hair and used his other hand to grip her right tit between his fingers. Laura yelped l...udly in pain as the stinging shot through her little nub and throughout her breast. ?Look at these small fucking things...? He said as let go of the vice grip he had on her nipple and slapped her tit, the large bag of fat crashing into the other. ?I-I'm sorry for having such small worthless tits sir...? She sniffled like she was sick with. Call ’em!’ No response. He was a tough cookie, or trying’ to be, but not very smart. ‘There are three of us, to your one.’ He was trying to bulldoze me and save face with his fellows. ‘Well, you’re a math whiz, too, eh, son.’ The fellow on my right stood close to the other two now. ‘Call ’em!’ Indecision. No action one way or another. This was actually to our advantage, since by their indecision they had conceded their aggression for the moment. The trick now was to resolve the matter and get. Not me.We had a great long weekend including some evening walks and talks and I felt like we had a lot in common in the way we looked at life, etc. The most intimate we got over that weekend was a couple of pecks on the cheek so I was keeping to my goal of getting to know a woman first. Going back Barb decided that she and Connie would ride back to Seattle with me and we had a pleasant drive across the state, chatting almost the whole way accompanied by the bass rumble of the Fury's 440 loafing. Ms. Hunter flexed her toes and slid the expensive heel off her foot, allowing it to hang there, swaying back and forth like a pendulum.“Take off my shoe, Helen,” she said, calling me by the name that was not my own, but which I answered to anyway. “Take off my shoe and suck my toes.”I flashed her one final, futile glance, a plea for mercy, to be forgiven, to be released. And then I turned to her foot and slowly lifted the shoe from her flexing toes, fighting the urge to reach out and touch the.