I would’ve liked to pin her on the table itself, as I had once seen in a porno at a friend’s place, but looked like those things happen only in po...rnos. Slowly, she get on her feet and began proceeding towards the washroom, juggling her jelly-like behind all the while, worsening my 14-year-old hard-on! I couldn’t help myself and blurted out, like a small child indeed, “Won’t you let me fuck you, please?” I pleaded. Nikita stopped in her tracks and turned around. She had a slightly mischievous. “I heard you the first time! Go back to sleep!”, I said with apathy.She did not say a word. She kept standing. I felt bad. I bolted up, and said sit! I went to fridge and brought the Ice-Bag.“Where?”, I asked with empathy. She looked at me, eyes still red, and lifted the dress slightly above her left knee.“Here”, she childishly said in low pitch.“How many times do I have to tell you that the Katie-girl will ruin you. But, no, you never give a thought to it. In fact, you often don’t care what. In spite of all the guests watching, she put her arms around his neck to hold him and to keep from falling as her knees turned to water. Then the strains of Mendelssohn's Wedding March rang out and Bill joyfully led her down the aisle with the guests whispering their good wishes as they rushed by. They ran down the steps to the car where Fred was waiting, holding the door.When the car pulled away from the curb, Bill took Ali in his arms and kissed her. As he pulled her close he heard the. Damn ... It! ... I'm not as sadistic as I thought I was. I hate what I did to Jake Carnoli. I don't hate what happened to him. I just hate that I was the one who did it. I still think that he deserved even more than what I did, but I don't feel the same about it as I did before it happened. It appears that I am just not cut out to be a torturer. I hope I get over this feeling, but whether I do or not, I'm not going to stop fighting the Carnoli family!Well, if nothing else, the Carnoli family's.