I could hear his footsteps behind me, catching up to me and turning me around, pressing me against the wall. With his hands clutching my arms, I could...feel the tension, my body shaking. ‘Is he better than me?’ he asked sternly, breathing hard. I was frozen. ‘He, he’s…I think…’ ‘IS HE? ANSWER ME!’ he yelled, holding my arms tighter and pressing me more against the wall. I finally had my breaking point. ‘NO! NO JOHN, HE’S NOT!’ I yelled back. In a sort of relieved fashion, he picked me up in his. If he knew she was mad, he sure was hiding it well. She couldn’t really tell if he even knew she existed at that moment. * * * * * “This is unbelievable, babe! This room! And the view!” Sofie was gushing again, but Brett couldn’t blame her. It was pretty spectacular. Their room was so calming – blues and whites with vivid reds and oranges and greens throughout. It felt like they were in a tropical paradise. He walked up and grabbed Sofie’s hand as she stared longingly out of the. " Plus, I'm really looking forward to making good on my offer of a nice quiet dinner at one of the outside restaurants and after dinner, a nice stroll along the dimly lit street's of the District, I'm sure you'll find it to be a very romantic way to spend an evening."As he was talking, my mind went their. I was having dinner with this young, very handsome, dark Frenchman. After dinner and wine, we were strolling slowly down the dimly lit streets, stopping only to steal a soft kiss, then walking. ..sexuality.Rachel laid me back into the chair and told me to remove my T-shirt. I didn't have to remove a bra because I didn't wear one for obvious reasons. I don't wear a bra a lot of the times anyway.As I lay back in the chair and got comfortable, I couldn't help but get a little nervous. I'll be honest, it's a little painful and for a couple of weeks you have to endure it. It also means that you can't play with that nipple too. I like having my nipples played with. They give me lots of.