He's sure that I was cheating, and that the man I was cheating with got carried away." I don't know Paul," said Bob. "But I do know he's an idiot. You...r fantasy—the one you played with him—didn't involve knives, or hitting ... did it?" Of course not," she said, flushing. "I can't even believe I HAD that fantasy now, but it wasn't anything like what happened to me. After what happened, I feel perverted for ever thinking that fantasy was hot." Your fantasy wasn't about rape," said Bob. "It was. Flicking her little love button with his tongue, her high wail was music to his ears as he licked it hard. When he sucked the little nub into his mouth, fingers closing down on her aching nipples, Gwendolyn cried out his name, hands grasping the cloak at her sides as she rode out wave after wave of passion, her little love button sending her on a high crashing orgasm as his teeth gently bit down. Her body was shaking, head thrashing back and forth and her voice urgently called out his name,. You radiate it, a satisfaction with yourself,which by the way you don't have right now. That brought me to think thatbeing a girl doesn't have to be just bad. I would like to be like you." Then it's my fault that you're wearing a skirt now?" For sure," she grinned. "But I like it. I just don't want to be remindedof the time at Aunt Sophie's. That's why at first I was hesitant aboutwearing the long skirt." What did you have to wear back then?" It'll be best if I just go on with my story as it. I was mesmerized in her thoughts on the bus when I suddenly realised I had reached my hotel. I had to make a dash to the door to get out. Back at the hotel I started to pack up my things, clothes, shaving kit, documents, etc. I was totally excited that I was going to move in there.The next day I moved in. I had my own room and it was nice and comfortable. It was airy and spacious and has a good view outside. After I settled in, some weeks passed by. Since I used to be at the office all day, I.