" It was an obvious rhetorical question. Hope wiped the milky juices trickling down her legs, pulled on her thong and joined the party downstairs. Sh...e felt like such a whore. It was exactly what she wanted. While I was at a meetings the next few days, Hugh and Hope found an hour or so each day to spend time together for several more quickies in his hotel room. A week after returning from England , I got an unexpected promotion to Vice President. Over the next year, we enjoyed a half dozen. I walked in and the poor boy was intears saying that the hair gets in his eyes and besides that, the otherswill tease.I gave him a hug and told him everything will be OK. I then started tobrush his hair, which he liked; in fact he said that he loved it. I thentook a band with a small ribbon and tied is hair in a ponytail. He couldnow at least see. A tear started to come to his eye and I told him thatif they tease, it's them that had a problem. I questioned him if schoolcould get any worse than. You run your hands over Emma's perfect body, waking her up.She's startled at first, and tries to wiggle away from you, but her bonds are too tight.You slide your hand down between her legs and gently rub your fingers over her folds.Emma moans against her gag, half in protest and half in pleasure. She may not have had thisin mind when she told you she liked getting used, but it's still turning her on.“Yeah, you are a dirty slut who loves getting raped, aren’t you? You're already getting wet.”You. It didn't seem like she was getting a sexual charge out of being beat up. Rather that she was able to just ignore the pain in order to get in her own attack against an opponent of greater skill. Sensei had made a rule that anyone sparring with her, other than Ken or himself, had to adhere to a points system. Otherwise, she almost always won, since strikes that would cause Eric pause just didn't faze her.Then there was yesterday morning. Fionna had been taking advantage of a mild-weathered.