He knew how hard I was on myself and how just the tone inhis voice could reduce me to tears. Somehow though I think this was going to bedifferent. I w...as not sure why. Perhaps it was because of the tone of his voiceand the abrupt way he hung up. But, somehow I just knew I was in for a verysevere punishment. After I completed my shower I driedmy body off with a big fluffy towel. My eyes fell upon the tattoo that Masterhad taken me to get just three weeks ago. It was the chinese symbol for. . Did I really want him to fuck me? Do I still? Will it fit? Will ithurt?Does he want to?I start playing with my hair, and I'm thinking about what Paul asked, whatshould my name be? Something sexy? feminine? sassy? foxy? too muchpressure! I know my dad and mom thought for sure I was going to be a girl,and had picked either Alyssia or Aimee. I try different looks, pull my hairback, to the side, cover half my forehead, dad wanted Alyssia more I think,well is Aimee maybe too cute? Is Alyssia. Now I was pretty confident that that was going to be a great night.I slowly messaged her boobs as they were so soft. I could feel her nipples as well. Then I lifted her shirt (more like pullover) and pulled it off her body. Now she was in bra and jeans. I again kissed her and then messaged her boobs. Then I took off her bra. Now her bare boobs were before me. They were not as firm but were big and soft and very fair with pink nipples poking out of them. I instantly placed my tongue on one of. Aiza, she was an 18 years old muslim girl. She never talked to boys, but was always very nicely dressed. She wore an mix of arab clothes and western clothes. And always covered by her hijab. Tom liked how her lips always was painted red, and even if she always wore hijab and no tight clothes, he could tell that she had big boobs and nice ass. Aiza was not allowed to stay at a boys apartment, so they decided to work over MSN. They tried to exchange ideas and work together, but it was not very.