He moved his mouth to my ear and in a low voice as we entered the hotel, "you are my cunt." You are disgusting," I whimpered."I am," he said. "And we...are going to have disgusting, filthy, dirty, nasty sex and we both know you are going to love every minute of it."He told me to text my friends that it was too hard to get a taxi and I was going home instead. I listened obediently. We went to the back of the elevator as four or five other people entered in after us. Mitch put his hand back. Tony and I played around lots that week, the fun part about going to the pond to skinny dip was we were already naked. Now when I think about it I doubt Grandma would have cared if we were naked all the time, she never said but she just was that kind of person. I was able to get Tony to shower me almost anytime I wanted it (and that was often) He was not into getting peed on like me, but he would pee on me. His thing was getting jacked and sucked, something I was happy to do for him. Friday. “You tell me yours and I’ll tell you mine. Maybe they’re the same.” Larry found himself beginning to stiffen again at her touch. “It’s nothing,” he told her. Ginny began to move her hand up and down slowly as he grew fully erect in her hand. “It must be something if it excites you like this,” she told him. “Does it... does it concern me?” Larry nodded. “And what about me then?” He opened his mouth to speak but was unable to talk. “It’s okay,” she told him. “It’s part of our sex life. If. You knew moving out into the suburbs was a mistake as soon as you signed the papers. But "Jace Tyreson never backs away from a fight," or so you keep telling yourself. House arrest isn't so bad, you try to tell yourself. Your food is delivered to you on time, the TV and computer work, and for the most part, your needs are pretty much taken care of for you. At least you don't need to wear one of those garish ankle monitors. Still, the situation itself is an insult.Maybe you could've seen this.