Those pleats! Just swishing about smooth, flawless knees. A kind of a muted satin fabric. I watched her, and was, well, very jeal...us of that guy, Robert. He seemed to sort of take her for granted. I know I wouldn’t, if she were with me. But enough description. Let me tell you what happened that night. I got a call to board up somebody’s window, which some drunken idiot had smashed. But that little girl, blonde hair brushed out and falling to the. "No one miss. I was a very bad slut, miss," he pleaded. "I see," she said as she moved to stand in front of him and put the spike of her heel on his balls, applying pressure, "And what do bad sluts get?" she smiled sweetly down at him. He gulped hard, her heel was causing him pain and her smile was making him worry. She was so composed and that mock-sweet smile was a telltale sign of her anger. "Answer me, slut," she dug her heel in harder and he winced. "Punished mistress, bad sluts get. When I got into the shower I was enjoying the feel of the warm water cascading down my body. I turned to see Eric standing looking at me with his cock in his hand. I thought to myself [I can't possibly fuck Eric again, my butt is still sore and I haven't washed all of Daryl's cum out of me.] Eric came over and got under the same shower head as I was and begin to wash my back while we faced each other. Eric whispered 'I gotta fuck that ass one more time,' I looked at Eric and said 'baby I'm. Janet and I had a few drinks and we talked as the bar began to fill with people. Janet even brought up that matter which we took part of one summer after school which I just soon as forget. I told her we promised never to speak of that matter ever again, she told me she was sorry and moved on to something else. Every now and then, I would steal a look toward Jack. There was something about him I just had this feeling. I felt as if I knew him or that I should know him. I kept telling myself to.