‘After all, your chest is much more interesting than mine!!!’ After a light dinner, as I finished drying the last of the dishes, my girlfriend di...appeared for a moment. When she returned, she held the same color of lipstick in her hand. ‘Mark me,’ she pleaded softly. I raised a questioning eyebrow. ‘You want me to put on lipstick and then kiss you all over your chest, just like you did with me this morning?’ I asked for clarification. She nodded, a slight smile curling up the edge of her. I watched the other two ignore the memo. One pulled out a butterfly knife and made a big production about flipping it open to expose the blade. I let the thug do his show before throwing the first chunk of concrete right at his hand, the one holding the knife. I missed a bit. In the time it took to take aim and throw at him, his hand moved down slightly, so it hit where the bones of his forearm and wrist meet. I didn’t need the place in my head to know that the chunk, thrown at speeds better. I heard her disappointment fill the room. Her craving for my cum made my dick even stiffer.I made my way to my furrowed pants and salvaged the keys to the irons and returned to her gleaming body. I disengaged her right hand and helped her navigate her leg over the fixed bench and removed her jeans and panties over her wrestling shoes. The shackle hung from her wrist while her other kept her confined and bent towards the floor. Scarlett’s face indicated fresh signs of delight and she grinned. " She swung on her heel, and so did I."So about this party," I said."Not a chance," she said. "When do you and Tim play poker? He's stupidly bad at answering emails." Later tonight," I said. "Well if he's not here..." She brushed open the door to the lecture hall - the empty lecture hall - and cursed. She swiveled on her heel again and then made for his office. I followed, feeling, as I always did, that I was straddling a fine line between being a pest (or at worst, a stalker) and being on the.