She stood up in the shower, the water rushing down over my face. She silently let me know what she was in the mood for when she grabbed a hold of the ...ashcloth bar under the steamy showerhead and bent over to me, not that I would be one to argue in the least. I leaned up and parted the cheeks of her tight and perfect ass. I kissed gently along the delicate and pale curves, getting a deep moan from her lips. Her tight little pucker invited me. I leaned in a little closer and stroked along that. He had one hand on the leash. With his other he held his erection and guided it to my lips."Let's see that lovely tongue of yours Lori. Let's see if you can lick me clean."I went to work eagerly, running my tongue the length of his shaft. I tasted his fluids on his cock. I tasted my own body also. As I tongued his cock it got bigger and more rigid. I wished my hands were free so I could touch him, but it was not to be. Brad soon began to make strange noises; they only served to make me work. Few days passed and we stayed in touch on phone. We talked or sms’ed very often. I had somewhere deep within started to love her.She invited me to her house many times over but all visits were one or the same of the first kind. But we had bonded really well because of all these meetings.We even saw a movie together. That day she wore a pink kurti top and jeans. She was not even wearing mangalsutra. I was on cloud nine on seeing her. That was the first time i told her that she looks very. I was thrown roughly on the ground, where, landingon my bottom, I could see my laughing assailant. It was Ross Kennedy, aboy who had often bullied me in front of everybody in the school. Itwas rarely anything physical; usually, he just pushed in front of me -always ME - in the dinner queue, or stole my seat in class, or flushedmy head down the toilets - the typical kids' stuff, you might say, butalways done with such emphasis as to underline his dominance over me.The verbal bullying was the.