There was a blankness to her thoughts. An emptiness. As she walked she passed the man that was hers and the woman who was trying to take him, she note...d how their bodies stood frozen. Like wax mannequins etched into the fabric of time.Even her reaction to something like this felt sapped. She didn’t linger on it though. Instead, she touched the doorknob to his apartment. An audible click came next.Somewhere in the back of her mind, she asked herself how she had done that. Why she wasn’t surprised. My palm was on Emma’s tit, see?” He placed his hand back onto her breast and gave it a firm but gentle squeeze. “Feels fantastic. See how my fingers get into the act? Now this,” he continued, “is the back of my hand.” He hesitated for a moment, then rubbed it gently against Bobbi’s breast, making sure to catch her erect nipple ever so slightly. Bobbi had a shocked look on her face. “See? Nothing. Nada. When you feel a tit, you use your palm.” He took Bobbi’s hand in his, and turned it. After long talks and gaining mutual trust, we've set up a meeting at my place. I was so excited as it was going to be my first time with a guy. I wanted to look really slutty for him, I put on a tiny black thong and a pink silky minidress along with fishnet stockings. I put my make up and my red heels. I was so nervous I took a few shots of tequila before he arrived to calm my nerves. the door soon rang and he was here, we sat down and had few beers, chat and relaxed. I just wanted to suck his. Sometimes she would notice the camera and vis=iblybrace herself. When this happened, he would wait for her body to relax... a=ndthen press the keystroke, or sometimes not press it at all, leaving her towhimper, expecting and visualising pain that wasn’t coming. She was used to having attention pa=id toher. As she lay in her cell, she knew that she was only getting attention f=orten seconds an hour, and all of the attention was unwelcome. When he got home, he would change, eat, and p=repareher.