Rather, it’s about the one girl I had been in love with for years but just couldn’t get her love back.After being friends with her for more than 6...years, I told her what I feel for her. I wanted her to be the one! As usual, she already had a so-called boyfriend and my feelings just turned out to be one-sided. God, I hated her boyfriend. Typical spoilt rich brat! Abusive, violent, and an asshole with no respect for women. Why do good girls always fall for a bonafide idiot? After all my attempts. I smiled, the camera flashed, I had just had my first One-Tit-Out picture taken. It wasn’t the last one that night but I didn’t know it at the time.He took a picture of my panties on the floor and handed them to me. “Put these back on. Later I will have the pleasure of removing them again.”I called him a bastard again and pulled them on.He poured me a glass of champagne, held my hand, and told me how difficult it had been for him to sit and talk with me over the past months. He said he feared. Monique didn’t quite understand what the carjacker’s intentions were until he lifted her up. He had her place her arms and legs in each swing. She once again did as she was told and grabbed onto the chain holding up the swing for support. Her body was now suspended in air with her pussy in perfect position for him to enter her in a standing missionary position. He spread her legs wide and spit on her pussy, rubbing his spit all over it. He then licked it a few times, surprised that she was. " I'm fine, Mom. I know how Daddy feels about living here. But you better get off the stick and make sure to tie that man down or I may take him away from you. You know what they say. Turnaround is fair play." Leslie! You wouldn't!"She looked scared that I would. As if I could even get that man to notice me when she was in the room."No, Mom. I wouldn't. And you know damn well he wouldn't. Just do what you need to do so you don't lose him. That's all I'm trying to say. Everybody seems to think.