He knows I've danced with other guys. He never asked me if I ever made out with them." As a good friend, Paula, I have to warn you that marrying Jim w...ll turn out badly for both of you. You can't be married to one guy and still fuck other people. It just won't work." You let me worry about that. I don't try to tell you who you can't do things with. Jim loves me, and I love him. Me doing this with you doesn't take anything away from him. You and I just fuck. Jim makes love to me. I need both.. However, it's you that has captured my attention. You, with your feminine wiles. The swing of the hips, the pout on your lips, the sultry glance towards me. Girl, you are sexy and you definitely know it. Do you want me to look through the gap in the seats? Are you wanting me to stare and ogle your tight-fitting clothes?So I glance up, causing a wry smile to escape from your lips. So that is what you wanted! Sliding back on the seat causes your skirt to rise up. Your eyes glance; first at your. ‘It’s because you’re such a stupid featherhead I’ve had to come and find you.’ Her face contorted with reigned-in anger, then her open hand swept up and struck him smartly on the back of the head. ‘Ouch!’ Poppy winced, then suddenly paled as she waved a balled fist in front of his face. ‘If mummy wasn’t so keen to have you in prime condition I’d give you lumps, you brainless worm. Come with me now. You’re due for two days of assessment with the headmistress.’ ‘But Jennifer, I haven’t got. I think I know you better than you know yourself..." Leaning over you, he releases your hip, reaching forward to twist a hand in your hair. "I think you are mine... my slave, my slut, regardless of whether you wear me around your neck or around your finger." Your reply is choked off as he angles just right, slipping past your resistance... watching in rapture as he sinks into your ass. You wail unabashedly into the furs, an exclamation of pain and of pleasure. "You belong to me." he.