Raising a shaky hand up, she bit her lip, closing her eyes as she braced herself. Then, with the lewd sound of flesh smacking flesh, she slapped her r...ght tit as hard as she possibly could, weakly crying out in pain. She almost imagined she could feel the milk in her breast slosh as the heavy tit rippled and swayed from the impact, so large that the waves bounced back and forth through the firm flesh. Sharp agony had coursed through her at the hit, making her jerk, but now the pain was only a. She was worrying that he was mad at her, he didn’t really love him, and that she wasn’t good enough so he didn’t want to talk to her.--Cassie’s birthday, November 15th.-I had my birthday presents, and I was going out for dinner with my mom and my close friends. But I still wasn’t happy. George hadn’t texted or called me to tell me happy birthday. He knew my birthday by heart. Did he just not care? I was sitting at our table completely zoned out, trying to seem happy. I just kept drifting off. I have to admit she looked good! I was busy spreading straw in one of the stalls when I noticed Chrissy slouched down over in the corner. I continued to work but kept my eye on her just out of curiosity.Then it hit me what she was doing. She had taken one leg out of her jeans so she could take a leak without getting her pants wet.My God, I thought, if dad would come in here I'm dead meat! But, I knew that he and mom went to the market some 30 miles away and wouldn't be back until late tonight.. The room was yellow tile. There was a drain in the middle of the floor, but that was it. The lights were fluorescent, and a little too bright. Slowly lifting my chin, my eyes found the door, about ten feet in front of me. I looked up to the top, to see a small diamond shaped window in it. On the other side of the window was Barb. And she wore a wicked grin.She opened the door into the 10' by 10' room, and stood in the doorway. No leather leggings or anything like that; just the kind of suit she.