"Before we begin, maybe we should have a little foreplay," she purred.She took out a remote and switched on a TV on the wall."Baby, I don't need to wa...tch a movie. I'm there, let's get on with the main event," I scolded her."Don't be impatient sweets. You're gonna' get a real charge out of this," she said as she stared back at me and then to the screen.As I looked at the wall, an image of Carrie appeared. She appeared to be sitting on a couch in a living room. Then I recognized it as one of our. Every hair follicle on the inside of my thigh discharged to feed an electro-gasm of horny. His hand slid under the seam of my shorts, seeking, questing.My own hand was busy at the juncture of his t-shirt and sweatpants. My fingers slid over the waistband to twine in the thick treasure trail that grew around his navel.It was dark and the park closed in about an hour. We had to be circumspect. We could be seen from the road but the adjacent street light was out, casting us into shadows. We were. ” Beverly said, terrified of going back in there so soon. The welts and bruises she had received that morning were still fresh on her body and in her mind, and to repeat that horrific experience was more than the woman could bear.“I’m sorry ... I wish I didn’t have to. But the Mistress wants you and I will get in trouble if I don’t bring you quickly,” Becky said. Beverly didn’t want this young girl who had been so kind to suffer because of her, so she let Becky unshackle her and she walked. What I wanted was what I wanted.I never said I was a nice guy. I've never pretended to be. I'm more like a mostly trained pit bull. Once of these days, I'm going to get lucky and someone's going to put me down.No running, no jumping, no swimming. Peter's rule number one because I ran to a cliff, jumped and tried to drown myself. One of these days, I'm not going to remember that rule before I try it again.Football. Right. Focus.Coach Dutton was resolute about it — before the game, I was in the.