Your ex-boyfriend Jordan, he bragged in the locker room about going in your backdoor." Jordan Rantusso was NEVER my boyfriend!" she snapped and strugg...led off of him, up onto her feet, dragging the towel back down over her lower half, but not before giving him a nice look at her well-shaved groin, "We went on two dates and all he got was my knee in his balls for trying to grab my breasts. No boy has been in ANY of my doors, and certainly not that dork! I'm a virgin and proud of it!"Good to. I had one of the onlookers find a wastebasket and bring it to me. While that was being done, I took out the instruments for the next scene. When the woman returned with a wastebasket, I placed it on the floor under her head, just in case it was needed. She looked lovely, head bent back, throat exposed and in position. I stroked her throatlovingly, running my fingers along the length of it. I think some in the crowd had an ideawhat was going to happen, but I knew they had no inkling of how it. "I'm sure things will be ok," I tried to re-assure."I don't know, this time he's gone too far," fresh tears left her eyes. It was painful for me to watch her like this. I had loved her for so many years, from the first time I saw her on the school playground. Her husband of just two years was fooling around with some slut he had picked up in a pub."It's not that I wouldn't do anything he wants," she sobbed, "so why does he need her?" I sure it's not serious," I said, "it's just he idea of a bit. Those little sluts that give themselves to others, that have no dignity and no shame in trying to touch and be touched.For that she needed an excuse and I was there to provide her with one. That's her story in some pictures. she thought it was sexy to have your asschicks slapped around a bit. Kinky even. She felt kind of cool for that. But her roomate was in the room beside and she could hear everything. Not the cries of joy, but these of pain and humiliation. She never came that day. She never.