You do love me to fuck you hard...don't you...my lil cuntbitch? You love to be punished...but you need to be too...so...you can't get my cock in you n...ow...Megan, my bad lil cunt whore...you nasty lil dirt-rubbing pussy...I'd have you begging now...as I have you on your hands and knees...to fuck you...**** you hard and oh, so cruelly...so that'll be your punishment...to leave you lying in the dirt...all night...cum...squeezing out of your pussy. You better beg me...whoreslut...or I'll make you. So immediately I dug out my college notes and found my plan at the time, surely enough it was very similar and this plan can work here. I was ecstatic and began to prepare an outline to match this account, I couldn't wait to see what Ms. Marge will say once she finds out I almost finished the whole thing.It took me a couple of hours to finish my proposal, by then it was time to meet Ms. Marge at her place. I got dressed in a black short skirt, a cherry silk blouse, and a pair of garters.I found. Oliver looked over his shoulder this time, and smiled his crooked smile in Frank's direction. "Hi, Frank." Hey," Frank replied as he slipped into his bedroom and closed the door behind him. "Who were you talking to?"Oliver flushed, and shrugged his shoulders. "No one, Frank."Frank frowned. As far as he could tell, this was the first time Oliver had purposely attempted to deceive him. But, at least he could tell that the one-sided conversation had nothing to do with a blackout. Frank hadn't. . what parts of the films do I get off on the most and what do I get hard over, well I wasn't impressed with the outcome of those thoughts because I was beginning to think a lot of very seedy thoughts such as cocks and spunk which I had to keep to myself at all costs, as youths we all began getting drunk and smoking d**gs and generally getting high, and some real funny moments occurred on lots of different occasions, the guy I grew up with that I mentioned earlier you know with the cheeky grin .