The man whose name was Paul told me tht I got a hot body and he wanted to fuck me and taste my cunt too,so he took of my skirt and when he saw I was n...aked under there he just smile,all this time thw other man whose name was Dick was playing with his dick which was hard now so hard tht it stood out straight in front of him just jumping.His cock was big and thick which made me even more hot all I wanted was to touch it and play with so bad but Paul was now sucking and licking my pussy and it. " Yet you do, my lord. I pray you tarry; pause a day or two before you hazard; for in choosing wrong, I lose your company: therefore forebear a while." The school production of The Merchant of Venice was just two weeks away. Candace was Portia and I'd run lines with her a few times. In order to understand what the heck was going on, I'd read the whole play."Madam, you have bereft me of all words." I'd said some of the lines often enough that I knew them, but I didn't really know the order. It. That night he had been wearing an expensive, tailored suit. Double breasted, black with gray pin stripes. It accented his broad shoulders, and did nothing to hide the well formed muscles in his arms and thighs. She was simply in awe of his body and had on more than one occasion, imagined his body over hers, dominating her while she masturbated. She had known this man intimately, yet never even spoken to him. As she lay on the highly polished wood floor, bound in nearly a mile of rope and. If you need anything, just ask.”“Thank you, Jeanine. Uh, call me John.”“Oh, no sir. I couldn’t do that.”John was saved from a fruitless argument by Malcolm coming in from the large room opposite the parlor. “Thank you, Jeanine,” he said. Turning back to John, he said, “Come on. Let’s make you another drink,” and led the way into the parlor. Jeanine curtsied silently and knelt again, to finish the floor. John glanced at her briefly and followed Malcolm. ‘Pretty girl.’ he thought to.