Damn, that hurt to the point where my eyes opened disappointed to be wakened. But the sweet pressure and heat from my cunt kept going. I looked down t... see the top of my man’s head and his face buried in my crotch. “Oh, yes, fuck yes,” I whimpered out loud. He returned with a sly muffled laugh, not letting his tongue leave my box. He lapped and sucked me harder and faster and I woke quickly from my sleep. His tongue dipping into my slit and then out again. He then moved to flick and massage my. A few guys called me a slut when I refuse to have sex with them. Maybe they were right but I was not going to perpetuate my shameful actions of that night again. My next fuck would be with the guy of my choice.As I continued to constantly refuse to have sex with any boy who asked me out I was soon ostracized and shunned. After many refusals I was never asked out on dates afterwards for a few months.I became very friendly with the girl who became pregnant and was aborted. She and I became. Finally, I looked back at Michael. "And I'm not sure about the relevance, but her mark is a complex circle on her back and it's gray." Is it as complex as yours?"I shook my head. "I only caught sight of it for a moment. I'm not sure." Well, you've met her. You can track her," Michael said.I nodded. What bothered me most was the attraction I had felt for her. Even now, after fully binding Sally to me and feeling less need for the touch of my other girls, I could still feel Fiona's body against. There was further indignity, she had assumed they were fairly well off, but the proposed settlement, already approved by her lawyer, would leave her with the furniture, a used car, half the interest in their mortgaged home (which would have to be quickly sold) and a meager balance in her checking account. Not very much, she reflected, in exchange for six years of her life. She had never imagined she could feel so powerless and without hope. And then the letter arrived. The writer, who pleaded.