“ ... almost as good as Meatloaf,” his wife interjected as she saw her husband searching for the right words.“Yes, all ... most, as good as Meat...oaf.”“Thanks for that compliment,” I replied and felt Lynette give my leg a good squeeze.“We were debating on whether we should try to learn that song and, uh, possibly add it to our play list,” Jennifer told the couple.“That should be a no-brainer ... in my opinion,” the music professor offered. “Do you have two keyboard players and two. And I really don’t see how you can ever be sure enough about someone to want to marry them. That means that you spend all your life with them!” said Lauren.“Yeah, I know, it must be really difficult. I could never do that.”Lauren was deep in thought as they passed Spiez Castle, its majestic square tower standing out proudly against the deep blue of the lake. The girls left the station and made their way up the High Street through the middle of the town. They found a haberdashers on the corner. He was pleased that my penis would be severely scarred in places, as a testament to his wants and needs. Despite the lacerations to my penis, his tone turned me on. He began to whip my penis 25 more times. Each time he struck, I felt pain wither throughout my body. In my mind, I begged for him to stop. Tears streamed down from my eyes to my ears. When he finally completed his last strike, he removed what was in my mouth, and kissed me hard. I felt his tongue reach deep into my mouth. I wanted. I wanted him to touch, squeeze and suck my breasts and have him inside me. But all that he did was to kiss me on my lips. He never allowed me to even touch his cock”. “So what do you want from me?” “I want to lose my virginity to you.” I gulped the last drops of coffee. I stared at her. My eyes involuntary wandered to where her great breasts might have been. Wet with desire. I whipped my mouth. I was dumbstruck at her proposal. I brought out a towel for her. “You are sweating. Go take a wash..