”“Nobody knows we’re on a date. They’re just staring because you look amazing in that dress,” Sandra softly said, grinning at her. “I thin...k every guy’s head in here was on a swivel as you walked by. Hell, I think the hostess might even have been a little flustered.”What…,” Jaime said, laughing.“Oh, come on,” Sandra replied, grinning at her. “She was trying to catch your eye, the whole time she was seating us.”“Really?”“You were too busy being paranoid to notice, I guess,” Sandra said and Jaime. . The belt comes crashing down again. The skin is on fire where it lands. You begin softly at first then building louder," Please, please, please." but it does slow the wwhhack from the belt. You try and turn your head to see your new masters face, but your head is held tight in the iron grip of their hand. You can't help it tears softly roll down your face, you are having trouble standing. You begin to beg for it to be over, but he continues silently without so much as acknowledgement of your. I can’t imagine what tomorrow night’ll be like!”“I know you can’t,” Pandora said with cheerful wickedness. “Gabby girl, this will be one Halloween you’ll never forget.”There was something in her tone and in the way she eyed Gabrielle over her champagne flute that alerted the English grad to danger. “Dora, you are telling me everything here, right? You’ve got me spooked already and it’s still October 30th.”Pandora’s innocence seemed rather too assumed. “Absolutely, Gab, I don’t know what you’re. You didn’t need to say a word to ask for permission or to have me connect with you. Hand gestures get the point across very well,” I told her. “Do you need me to make you cum again so you can quit trying to figure out how to get me to make you a sperm puddle for you to swim? Your body has another five of my years before it will do what you want anyway. That would kill you because you are too tiny to have what we would create inside you, so I wouldn’t even do that with you. So, what did you want.