.Dennis is such an ass, you know? And I tried as much as I could in his class, but I just wasn't good enough, okay? I got an A on the final test, I go... a B- on the midterm. But I just wasn't artistic enough or something, okay?” I was getting defensive and upset, gritting my teeth to keep tears from forming in my eyes. “Hey, hey.” You approached me and knelt in front of me, taking my hands in yours. “You did your best, alright? Don't be upset about your grades. You still got A's in all of your. This wasn’t like him, she was confused and angry about it but decided to let it slide, reasoning with herself that he was just drunk. Coolly she replied, “Sorry, it’s just that today's meant to be big, we’ve been dating for half a year today.” He moved up next to her. “Has it been that long already?” She could smell the alcohol on his breath and could feel his hand running up her leg, then she heard his voice again. “And you still haven’t put out at all. Nothing, not even a fucking blow job!”. Groat had let the Lady Belinda use the mare that he’d bought off Pickstock, the horse was a sound buy, willing and sure-footed, she was quiet and tractable, and she had tremendous stamina. But she’d been bought not twenty yards from where they stood. “Tis nearly time, mistress. They trimmed the candlewicks about an hour since, I’ll give you a hand up. But first_” And so saying Groat took a white kerchief from his belt pouch. “What_?” Belinda asked, puzzled, as Groat tied the kerchief to first. He put his torso against me and I knew what he wanted from the bulge in his trousers, I was turned on but didn’t know if I was ready, I began to touch him around his cock area and he grabbed me harder. Rubbing ourselves against each other I guessed that it was the right time. He undid my trousers and put his hand down my pants; rubbing my fanny at first I didn’t open my legs but as he began to rub I felt hotter I pulled them down fully spread my legs and he began to finger me. I let out a.