She did not move so I gave her nipple a sharp twist. She was beginning to learn her lesson and she rapidly scrambled on to her knees and rested her ch...ek on her arms as they lay flat on the bed. She looked sidelong at me. In this position her trim bottom was stuck up in the air and with her legs parted I could see the wet groove of her hairless cunt. I got to my knees and knelt behind the trembling Danielle. I began to feel the flesh of her buttocks with both hands before slipping my left hand. Dean liked the way her blue eyes flashed daggers at him. He wondered if her question was just rhetorical, but decided to take it seriously. ‘It’s a lot more honest than pornography. Pornography just sells a false image. Prostitutes sell a real experience.’ Dean decided that she had meant the question as rhetoric, but had taken his answer more seriously than she had wanted to. For a moment, Dean had fingered the entwined images on the medallion in his pocket from the School for Social Expression. "Fuckboys wouldn't say that." He told me. "See? You're better than you think you are." Son of a bitch, Chris." I complained, winding down from the fury I'd built up. "Did you seriously make up an instance of bullying just to prove a point?"His grin faded. "Nah, I didn't make it up." He replied, playing it off as cool.I didn't reply. Instead, I stopped walking and hugged him sympathetically, which he accepted. "I'm sorry." I told him."Thanks, sweetie." He replied, breaking off the hug. "It's all. I was a few months into my 26th year, when I got married to Raj and the wedding wonderful. Our wedding night too was very memorable. Raj was a very understanding husband and lover. Sensing my nervousness, he didn't force or pressure me into sex, which made me feel very happy. He talked a lot about each other desires and fantasies and the first night was spent kissing, caressing and massaging each other. The next night is when we consummated out marriage and sex was everything I imagined it.