. so I did. He was on his knees and rolling in pain.“Fuck, fuck, fuck! That hurts! I see. You sure you’re only fifteen? Jesus H. Christ, kid. That...hurt worse than getting shot!”And that had the normal result.After a showing of assorted scars and healed holes I asked, “What did you do in the military?”“You know what they say.” He replied.“What?”“If I told you, I’d have to kill you.”“You might think that ... I could not possibly say?” I said.“Yup ... like that,” Ken agreed. “Now ... tell me about. To which you let go of my mouth. ‘Oh and I’m Your mistress’ I quip, reaching down for my towel, now by your feet. But apparently you have other ideas, kicking my towel away and placing both of your hands firmly on my shoulders. You apply some pressure, you’re much stronger than I am. Taking advantage of my height and the leverage you have over me, you soon coax me into getting on my knees. I look right in front of me, and there’s your dick. Now fully erect, your uncut member is inches from my. Despite the fact that there were only the three of us there were three bottles of wine on the table. Jeff poured us all wine, all the while avoiding even looking in my direction. We ate and drank wine, chatting to each other, and innuendoes flying the more wine we drank. at some point I moved my hand and accidentally tipped over a glass of wine which spilled all over her. ‘Oh, I’m so sorry, let me help you with that’, I said and rubbed my napkin over her lap, touching her pubic area. She. "We can't do this..."Nikki fell back into the passenger seat, a look of pure distress in her eyes."I knew it, you don't like me either! You think i'm just a geeky little girl just like everyone else! Well FUCK YOU!" she screamed, opening the door and running toward the house. As I heard the front door slam, a feeling of devastation came over me. I got out of the car and walked up to the Websters' front door. Mark Webster answered my ring."So, do you know something about what just happened? My.