Fir se hum nahane lage or is bar wo mujse puri chipki hi thi or bar bar mujhse takrane ki koshish kar rai thi. fir uska thoda sa pair slip ho gya or m...aine pakad liya to wo smile deke thanku bhai kehne lagi or mujse lipat kar muje kiss kar diya gal par mai hiaraan reh gya ki riya ko aj kya ho gya hai orFir bar bar mere hath to apne sharir pe touch karne lagi or khelne lagi… fr kuch der bad fr usne muje lip k kiss kiya or i love you bhai keh kar bhag gai.. fir mai samajh gya ki wo kya chhati hai.. "Meanwhile you still struggle, flailing your arms about wildly trying to free yourself from the hand holding your hair."Please," you appeal to reason, "please you don't have to do this. I won't tell ... honest I won't."I, who has turned to lead the group towards a nearby alley, spin and again use my open palm to bitch slap you hard across your left cheek "Shut the fuck up, Mama."Your head snaps to one side as you whimper, "Don't hurt me ... pleaseee ..."You are cut short when I bitch slap you. " She got a lot of tips and kissed most of the men and all of the women who tipped her. Dennis caught a glimpse of the flesh of her breasts as she bent over one lesbian and waved them. Dennis was sure they were real.The second performer billed herself as "Little Diva" and was a short blond in a teal and blue leotard that trailed a train made of peacock feathers. Even in six inch heels, she was shorter than Dennis--she couldn't have been more than five foot one in stocking feet. Her make-up was. He was now average for his ninth grade. But gaining nearly six inches in twelve months was not easy. His mother's grumbles about replacing his clothing were not too bad. For the most part, buying loose shirts and extra-long jeans worked just fine. The biggest problem was footwear. He was wearing the fourth pair since his growth spurt began. A loose or tight pair might have been acceptable for walking around, but Alex ran almost every morning. Running shoes were the one article of clothing where.