She was shocked by it, both the fact that he was experiencing “morning wood” and by the size of it. He was larger than average, at least 7”, and...broad at the base. She was definitely impressed. Karl was a very good-looking man, more attractive than she ever picked up. He had broad shoulders and defined muscles but certainly not an athlete. His light brown hair was slightly shaggy from a month in captivity. The hair on his face started to grow out as they clearly weren’t shaving him. He had a. ”“I know. It’s just seeing her hurt because she was just another plaything for my dad that really bothers me. Before, it bothered me because I’d lose friends over it. Now it bothers me because I know the difference between sex and love.”“So perhaps your mission is to convince those girls not to do it. To wait for the right guy. To avoid men like your dad and his friends.”“The problem is meeting the right guy. Most of the girls go to exclusive private schools, and some you haven’t met go to. Maybe a heartbeat isn’t always the best way to determine a person’s intentions. Oh fuck it, I thought, and I let myself fall forward, connecting my lips with the salty skin that covered his chest. I pushed down, drawing figure eights into the bulge in his pants with my hips, while muttering something even I, myself, couldn't understand. He groaned and gripped my hips with so much force I could already feel bruises forming. “Not here,” he said airily, ceasing my actions long enough to carry me. None of them seemed to want to do that.Yeah put up or shut up creeps!After a while, she finally got tired of it and started banning a few, like that did much good. When she got frustrated, she must have decided to give them a peek.I knew the view she showed them very well. It was of the big scar in her side that went up to just under her small breast. It still had that purplish tone to it, but it had faded some more. She went on to say she had a lot of skin like that to show them if they.