There are the throbbing nipples, screaming clit and sobbing cunt lips. Painnnnn, sweet pain of flogging, piercing, burning. Push me over the edge, ple...eease now... pleeeeease, sweet pain... make your daughter come.She is a shivering mass of jelly, a panting creature of sobbing misery. She begs for release. She begs to find the flashing release, the volcanic explosion into the eternal bliss of oblivion.But no, the eyes say. Noooo, sweet slave, the eyes say. The emerald jewels, guardians of. While he would explain the concepts in the book, I often stared at his jawline, his stubble, his collar bones and made scenes in my head. I started finding myself getting horny for him. He would catch me staring at him, give a smirk and look back into the book. This continued for a few days where I would constantly keep touching his hands as an excuse to borrow a pen or would pat him on the shoulder while laughing when he made a joke. I always wore shorts at home but they were of a decent. I opened it. She slipped into the seat so fast and light I didn't see or hear a thing. The wind gusted and blew the door shut. She brought the cold night air in with her and the temperature in the cab dropped ten degrees. I shivered and cranked the heater up to max."Where to?" You know where I live, Chuck, just take me home," her quivering voice meandered through the fog of drugs."Name's Barry, we've never met." My name is Starla." That's a pretty name." I knew where this was headed, I went. Of course, I'll take her money.When we arrived at the club, I saw many guys looking at me. Perhaps it was my short denim skirt and a pink lacy crop top that came just to the top of the skirt at my waist. Maybe it was the subtle waves in my soft long blond hair. Perhaps it was my expertly applied make up that naturally enhanced my features and made my blue eyes "pop". I'm not sure, but it's the same reaction I get every Saturday night.While Missy and I got situated at a table and ordered some.