"I think you're just jealous. I've seen the way you look at me. You're just like all the rest. You'd like nothing better than to poke me. You'd just n...ver admit it." You're nothing but a teenaged slut. Why should I want to do anything with you? My only concern is Leo, and what my poor old friend has gotten himself into." Oh yeah? And so if I offered myself to you, you'd turn me down?" Of course, you conceited little bitch."Shelby was on familiar ground at last. Quite calmly, she undid her dress. He startsrubbing. The pain from the first spanking has faded. You?re feeling pleasure again. Youstart moving. He remains still. His handkeeps moving. He keeps biting. You?rein your house, tied, with a stranger who?s making love to you, sometimes violentand sometimes gentle. You?re with a stranger who?s tied you up, spanked you,who?s doing whatever he wants and the only thing you do is respond. He lets your neck loose and grabsyour hips. He picks up the pace and now you?re moving together. His. Desdmona. Despised by all in the house. The audience didn't like her, either; the Gallup Poll proved that. But they loved what she did to the group dynamics. They voted to keep her for the same reason boys tie firecrackers to cats' tails.Pete. At 48, he normally would have been the elder statesman, but Des had him by 15 years. He was ruggedly handsome enough, but couldn't compare to Jon. In just about anything, in fact, he was second-best. The handicappers -- and every newspaper had its own. You looking at my tits? she stated rather than asked, Errrmmmm, No of course not I was just looking at you top I already knew this was poor but in her drunken state I had hoped it would pass as a credible answer. No definitely looking at my tits werent you!!!! Well yes I was I conceded, They look great and to be honest youre looking gorgeous tonight, you look so much like your sister when she was your age, but maybe a little sexier I admitted. She loved this and played on it a little asking.