” You break out in laughter, “Where did you learn to talk like that cookie man? You’re sweet but you lie without knowing.” “I’m not lying...,” I tell you, “Did you really think you’d always be the self-sacrificing girl, the protective woman, the care giver, the comforter, obliged to bear pain, to remain forbidden, be the melancholy charmer as it were and get away with it?” You shift in your bed and rise a little higher, your back resting on two pillows. You allow the sheet covering you to slip. Surely he’s not coming to talk to me. Turning, Daphne headed to the keg next the little house. Two members of Pierce’s band nodded hello as they walked by, headed back to the party. She reached the keg, grabbed the nozzle and aimed it into her cup. A hand came over her own, each finger tattooed with letters spelling out “Talk.” She knew them, and knew the other hand’s fingers read “Hard.” Pierce’s reminder to never forget who he was, to be honest with himself and everyone around him, no matter. “Fuck yes,” Shelly snarled. “You know just what to do to get me off. FUCK!” she screamed as her pussy clamped down on David’s cock. When she stopped shaking, David turned her to face him. He completely undressed her before pushing her down on to her knees. “Finish me with your mouth, and then go outside and kiss Diane. You two are going to taste a lot of me this weekend.”Shelly looked up at David with a grin. She wrapped a hand around his stiff, slippery cock and stroked it. “I’ll take all. I heard him rummage around, felt his frustration rise as he was unable to find what he was looking for. Eventually he went into the bathroom and I heard satisfaction in his laugh as he stepped back into the bedroom, the belt of the towelling robe in his hands. He stepped to the bed and grabbed my wrists, tying them together behind my back and working the fabric up my arms to tie them again just above my elbows. My face was on a pillow and I felt my nervousness start to rise as I realised how.