Anyway, she was set to graduate in about three months, and was looking forward to it, because it meant that she could then marry Jack, move in with hi..., and start their lives together. Not that she didn’t love living at home, the nice house with the view, steak every Friday, vacations every summer to places all over the world, the trust fund that would soon be hers, just the security of living with mom and dad in general. But, she was 22 years old now, in love with Jack, and it was time to move. Distance, time, personallity conflict, all have been factors in why nothing works out. Try as I might, I can't get you out of my head, or my heart. I'm reminded of something your mom said, the day we buried you.... "I hope he lives a long and healthy life, and every time he closes his eyes, he sees you, to remind him of the hell that he's caused." Trust me sweetheart, I do.I'm not sure whom she meant that phrase toward, but, I do know deep down, I'm at least partially, if not wholy,. He started to undress and was soon sitting with a bare ass on the leather seat. Master pulled of the highway and entered a truck stop. He parked the car in front of the toilets and said:?Now you will put the coat on and take the bag, you will go in to that bathroom and you will wax yourself from neck down, then you will shave your face, then you will apply makeup so you will be a pretty little slut. You have one hour and if I don’t like the result you will be severely punished, the same goes. We talked d whole night. She told me that she would have complained to my family through her mother but something stopped her. I told it was ‘love’. One day again in the lift I grabbed her from back but this time she smiled at me and kept her hand on my face, turned to me and kissed me on my lips. I was shockingly happy.Next day in the lift again..I kissed her properly and this time we smooched. We began smooching regularly and whenever I did that, my tool would stand up and I pressed it on her.