When he finally turns it off, she crumples, sobbing hysterically, and begging him to let her go... he lights a cigarette and contemplates her, as he b...rings the hot tip within a fraction of an inch of her tender nipple...* I will tie her legs behind her back and legs together and punch them tits real hard until she begs me to stop. i wont stop until i satisfy with that slut . this would leave some serious bruises on her big tits . then I will blindfold and hang her by her tits . then I will. " I'll drive," Heather offered. "That way we can talk on the way."Pam was back in a couple of minutes, wearing a T-shirt over a swimsuit, carrying a towel. Heather stopped along the way, bought a six-pack of Hamm's, and drove to her apartment. "I gotta change," she said. "Meet you on the beach."The water was indeed cold, especially after what she remembered from Hawaii, but Pam didn't seem to mind. She'd already been in the lake for a while by the time Heather got out to the beach, and she was. Just when it started feeling that way, he did me a strike two. He started spending time with that bitch Linda from the tennis club. The bitch with brains was one thing, but Linda was a bitch with a really sexual backhand. How was I to compete with that? She had money that made Henry look like a pauper, in spite of his twenty-two room mansion and polo career. She had looks that went so deep I imagined she bled pink for less than half a day on her time of the month. God her legs I'd just up. Those things have been closed for so long. It forces my mind to ask questions about myself and my life choices.As we lay on our towels in The Glade I rolled over and looked Jos in the eyes.“Jos. Is that short for Jocelyn?”“No. It is short for Josephina and, if you ever call me that in public,” she looked serious as a heart attack. “I will kill you.”“No problem.” I laughed. “It’s actually a lovely name. It conjures up visions of exotic beauties from someplace like Atlantis.”“Atlantis?”“Yeah,” I.