The problem was that she was what everyone called a mean girl. She seemed to go out of her way to torture people or embarrass them. She was always dre...sed like a slut but from what I heard around town she only teased and never put out any pussy. One of her favorite things to do was to find out what someone’s sexual fantasy was and then tell everyone about it. The most outrageous one was where she had discovered that her principal was a lesbian and that she loved to film the girls at the school. Now my fingers are totally soaked with pussy juice and I have to go home to my wife like this. I say I can’t go home smelling like this so what do you propose to do to fix this. She immediately begins to suck the pussy juice of my fingers and hand like a good slut, so far I am impressed with this sub. After of which I begin to drive off with her in the car, at which she starts to pull her pants up. A quick slap stops her I then tell her she is to play with herself exposed as we drive down the. ’R: ‘Then they each opened one of the cans and drank from it. Then they came to the front where Bird was. They talked with her back and forth, and I could feel that she was getting scared. She reached under the counter and then the shortest one hit her. [He sent an image of one of three young men reaching over the counter while Spotted Bird was fumbling with a shotgun.]’S: ‘And you were doing what?’R: ‘After he hit Bird, I bit his other hand. He moved his arm fast and sent me flying across the. It was a little sly; and it was... knowing."Well I guess I can understand that," she said, and garnished it with a soft sigh."I can understand it too, in principle anyway," said Mike. "Sounds like you have a boyfriend back at home?" Uh, no, not really," she said, sounding somewhat startled by the question.Mike started to pull textbooks out of his backpack."Not really?" he asked, almost immediately regretting it. He thought he was probably getting too personal. But she seemed to recover fairly.