Onmiddellijk is Roos haar concentratie kwijt en komt het warme gevoel rondom haar kutje terug. Ze vervloekt zichzelf om bet gebrek aan zelfcontrole en... probeert zich weer te concentreren. Het cryptische berichtje van haar opdrachtgever blijft echter hangen. Wat zou hij/zij bedoelen met dat ze nog niet doorheeft hoe haar nieuwe speeltje werkt?Eindelijk klinkt de bel en ze pakt snel haar tas in. Ze spreekt af om vanavond samen te eten met haar vriendinnen en springt op de fiets naar huis toe.. . my dad has been watching and turned my onto some videos of women being forced into having sex.... i sort of like the word "****" here! why is that" not sure i know... it's not that my dad EVER ****D ME when i was a teenager.... but in a way i was in submission to him and it turned me on to have him have control over my body and what he did to me.... for some strange reason me being forced to have sex with men who want to **** my body for their pleasure turns me on! i can't say what's inside. The proposal I had so long coveted jealously when seeing a newly wed couple exiting a church. Hell, I couldn’t even watch television commercials for jewelers advertising engagement bands without spiraling into a full nasty funk wondering ‘where’s my ring, where’s my man?’ And now here I satin Malichai’s lap in front of his offer of, everything, and I falter? In his eyes I saw the promise of endless nights of passion, days filled with laughter, and some tears, but shared. I saw long walks hand. His muscles had bulge and tone, but not that smuggling a watermelon under a sleeve look. True proportionalism at it's best he complimented himself. she laid on her side in the spooning position in which she fell asleep against jeremy. Her blonde hair fell to her shoulders, strewn over her face from rolling in sleep, he slowly moved the hair from her face and admired her features. High cheek bones, delicate bone structure, thin nose and lips with a narrow chin. His finger traced from her.