.. oh, I don't know if I have the nerve", she says nervously."What is it, Kacey? Tell me! I'm your best friend", I beg her."If you would be my date to... the prom?" Oh, Kacey ... do you mean that?!", I say, shocked. "You really want little ol' me to be your date?" Who you talkin' about little?", she asks comically. We both laugh."But you really want me to go with you to the prom?", I ask."Yes. I've been battling in my mind for a long time if I believed you were the one person for me to be a. I pull back and look at him. There’s no inkling of humor, no hint of a smile or a laugh. He looks away to find our waiter and hands him a wad of money without even looking at a check. He says nothing as he grabs my hand and pulls me out of my seat, leading me out the door onto the busy street. He pulls me briskly along with him, and I curse these fucking heels one more time as I try and maneuver the sidewalk in my half drunken state. I don’t say a word, don’t ask where we’re going because I. And when the ‘vine’ had invaded her? nothing, nothing she had ever felt before had been anywhere near as good as that feeling, that feeling of being taken, used, overwhelmed. The power of the forest had fed on her very soul and, in return, had granted her a brief glimpse of rapture. She took another sip of water and told herself to calm down and stop being so stupid. A dream, that’s all it was, just a dream. All these fanciful notions were pure nonsense. Whatever would she think of next? She. Keeping a firm grip on my curly blond hair with one hand, he reached with the other one and opened my corset…My boobs sprang free, with my nipples very hardened.I yelped again and squirmed; this time stopping my fingering. The bald guy spiked a brow at me. So, biting my lip, I started again, this time, moving two fingers in and out of my hot cunt…The bartender yanked back on my hair again to arch my back, his greedy little fingers moving to pinch my hard nipples hard as he leaned in to bite at.