Or he finally wanted to let me know he loved me, which I knew he did… Or what he was about to do was really, really bad.Was he about to torture me o...r something? He knew I had a certain tolerance for pain, especially when I was aroused, but even though I knew he was into BDSM - which I researched everything I could about right after the first time he got me tied in leather. The day I got to know what a spacer bar was, or how much I could still scream with a gag ball in my mouth - but for some. I sat in stunned silence, after he ran off into the darkness, with the acrid taste of semen in my mouth, and as if adding insult to injury, it began to dawn on me, I had also been urinated on, all the way down to my knickers, he had pissed on me, and it ran down between my breasts, stomach, and into my crotch.I started to laugh, it was just too fantastical to compensate. I had girlfriends who had been ****d, and had listened to their stories, wondering why they could allow it to happen to them. As we landed on her big bed I crawled down licking an kissing her dark skinned body stopping at her beautiful large breasts taking her nipples in deeply an making them erect as I drooled spit an saliva all around her areolas inserting my wet finger into her pussy and gently rubbing her clit she arched her back and screamed OOOOHHHHHH FUCK YESSS DONNA JUST JUST OH RIGHT THERE!!!! Spasming and sweating Lavine finally relaxed while we kissed. I whispered how I would love to fuck her with my. You didn’t wait to be seated here, you grabbed a menu off the rack and found yourself a table or booth. Beccah walked to the back of the room, found a spot in the last booth, and sat down with her back to the door. She smiled at the menu. It was exactly the same as it was when she was a little girl. She was looking over the Sunday specials, when she heard a deep voice that brought goose bumps to her skin. “Bex…so the rumors are true. You’re back.” Beccah knew who it was without turning around..