“Why not?” I asked quietly. “Look around. It won’t matter. Just do it, you’ll feel better.” I pleaded. He looked at me again with an expre...ssion that asked me if I was sure. I nodded affirmative. He pulled my head down to his shoulder again and he let out a relieving sigh. Then I felt it, first coursing up his shaft, then between us. His hot flow actually felt great on my stomach. Oddly, I wanted to see it, so I impulsively separated from him which I think made him nervous at first. But he must. The water is almost up to our necks - I'm thinking this might work perfectly. I hand you a glass and you have a sip or two. I lean over close to you and give you a kiss. Your hand disappears underwater and is on my leg. You slide it up under my trunks and start rubbing my dick. It quickly hardens. My hand finds your breasts but your top is in the way. I reach behind you and unclasp it. I lift it so it is floating in the foam. I feel your perfect breasts. My finger finds your nipple and start. She would have to be taken... dominated in such a way that she comes to realize that this was what she was looking for all along. Such types are called "brats" or "brat submissives" in BDSM circles. I wasn't really a part of that world – not to a big extent, at least – but I did know a little bit about it.And to a degree, I had already begun with her. By giving her a choice of playing ball with me or not graduating and struggling the rest of her life, I had put her in a position she pretty much. No prude, she was just a little surprised at how blatant some of it was. Female buttocks were stroked; skirts were surreptitiously lifted. Female hands touched at bulging pants. And there was kissing, lots and lots of kissing."Exciting, isn't it?" A female voice said, and Sara found a young lady in a green dress, sitting near her. "Are you an actress?"A little taken aback, Sara shook her head, "No, are you?" I'm trying to be." She was a very pretty young woman, and Sara could see why she might.