. to be hand ... you seem to be dealing with this fine on your own. So we don't need to talk about it tonight." Cool," I said. We then talked about th...e sort of stuff we talk about when I'm not in the Program. I preferred this talk. This was when I thanked them for the pumpkin soup."You can have it all week, if you like," Dad assured me."I ... I don't know. Can I call during second Homeroom and let you know?" Sure," Mom said, "as long as you call first thing in second Homeroom. That's about the. "Mind some company?"I shook my head and started off down the road. I was a solitary runner — always had been. I avoided group runs and never cared for the macho chatter. Running allowed me to let my brain freewheel and many times to solve the thorniest problems. I figured if she wanted to run with me, well it's a free country, mostly, so she could come along as long as she didn't expect me to talk to her, and as long as she could keep up.So we ran silently through the early morning chill. . on one of those scary rides that throw you around the sky until you're not sure if you're going to get to the end before your breakfast. And, I thought, why isn't there a theme park for adults? A sort of BDSM Centre Parcs. I looked around in the UK and there are a few places that offer accommodation — bed, breakfast and bondage, that sort of thing. There didn't seem to be anyone trying for anything more ambitious; something that would be a real experience for those taking part. I guess the. ”, she laughed. “Well let’s see what we can do about that.”, I answered. Lexie began to move back and forth on me slowly her eyes locked on mine. I reached up and grabbed her hips holding them firmly in my hands. Lexie leaned back slightly and put her hand between her thighs and started to rub her clit never breaking eye contact with me. “I love to be your dirty little whore.”, she moaned, her finger working its magic. “Do you now?”, I asked. “Fucking right baby…… no one can make me cum the way.