Was it expensive? I mean, some girls wear diamond earrings here. Lucky them. Wouldn't want to lose something like that."Laura shook her head again. "N...ot expensive. Just sentimental value, I guess you could say." She rummaged in her handbag for her business cards. Quickly, borrowing Makeeda's pen, she scribbled her home number on the back. "Can you call me if you find it?"Makeeda's interesting face went solemn and serious suddenly, out of proportion to her reply. "It would be my pleasure, Laura.. But in this case, I have to stay still or I’ll be punishing my own nipples again. I can’t cringe away from the strap, can’t double over to try to protect my body.Several more times he hits my ass, till I’m crying freely again, and I know my face is a mess of tears and snot and drool. I wish I could see him—I hate that he’s standing behind me, just coldly administering the strap like this. It scares me—how will he know if I’ve had enough, if I’m about to collapse? The strap lands on the backs. She felt the heat eminating from them, and softly gasped. He took a piece of banana, and brushed it against her lips… she instintly parted them, and accepted the banana into her mouth. She then fed him a piece of banana… his lips slowly parted, and then he captured her fingers in his mouth… gently sucking the chocolate from them in a very enticing way. She felt her face go redder and redder, the desire building inside her like never before. He softly released her fingers, now cleaned and no. I used to prefer sports. I played varsity field hockey in high school and led our team in goals both in my junior and senior year. Most of the girls I played against were bigger than me, but I had a single-minded determination and I’m quite competitive. In my best game, a fat butch chick playing defense on the other team called me a ?little prissy twat? and I went on to score five goals in the game at the fat girl’s expense. Some people succeed because they are afraid of losing. Not me. I.