For a moment, I let you pull me down with you as I slide my right hand from your shoulder and along your back. My other finds your leg again.I look up...into your eyes and my thumb presses firmly into your inner thigh. The shock of pleasure which runs through your body makes you gasp. Your legs instinctively lock together, trapping my hand.Your body rises off the bed, but I intercept you, my mouth finding your neck. My lips move across your throat, my tongue gently tapping your sweet, soft flesh. I called John and told him to meet me Saturday morning at the mall. He did.I told him he was to drive about an hour to a adult toy store and buy handcuffs, a blind fold, nipple clips and a whip. I then told him to go to the pet store and get a dog collar his size and a leather leash as well as a name plate that read, "slut number #4" -- he looked puzzled and I smiled and said, "I have been busy bitch with some other young pussy" Now go get that then go get a skirt you can wear, bitch heels. There was no satisfying him.So finally, after he had tried everything else, Tim tried stealing. The carburetor theft, although unsuccessful, had made him a hero at school, and he found that all the praise and support he had been missing at home was available in the schoolyard. It seemed that every boy in school was eager to hear the story of Tim's caper, of the arrest and the overnight stay in Juvenile Hall. Girls he didn't know would point at him in the halls and whisper excitedly to one. One man and one woman were standing just on the edge of the surf, letting it rock over their ankles, and the other man and the other woman were sitting just under me, maybe about twenty feet down. They were watching the people out on the edge hugging and kissing. I ducked down just to make sure no one would see me, but none of them were looking anywhere near my direction, and anyways the wind was blowing pretty strong off the water, some waves were starting to chop, so it was a cinch they.