"He said, "I promise not to look."I said, "Alright," and proceeded to open the top button of the dress.The young man's eyes were like saucers. He watc...hed intensely as I slowly opened the top button of the dress. I must have pulled too hard and the little thread holding the button on snapped. The button fell off and I didn't see where it went. Now the highest button holding the dress together was located a couple of inches below my breasts. If I leaned over even the slightest bit, the guy would. Fat, heavy drops soaked the houses across the street, staining their pale bricks. My heart sank. Everything was ruined. My phone vibrated on the kitchen counter; a message from you. It said ‘Ahh raining so bad! I’ll come to your place instead. I love you xxx’ I replied with the offer if a hot chocolate to warm you up when you got back, and you gratefully accepted. I hurriedly began re-arranging my lounge- I’d hand an idea! I pushed my sofa back, and laid the picnic blanket over the rug on the. It would fill my lungs. I had to submit. I had to lick her if I was to survive. My chest burned. My head pounded.I clenched my jaws tight. I welded my tongue to the roof of my mouth. I would not give her the satisfaction. I did not submit. I conquered. My lungs burned more and more, but I didn’t care. I would not give in. I would not lick her pussy. I would beat her some other way.But I had to breathe. I needed to suck in air. My legs kicked as I dangled over the hole. Her pussy cream ran down. I left anything electronic. I got my art stuff, my diaries and some casual clothes so I have some things besides sweats I can wear after school,” Jess said.“My condo doesn’t have much storage space. I swear the architect must have thought people only have two outfits!” I said.“Since we both will sleep in your bed every night, we could put a wardrobe for each of us in the guest bedroom so we can have some pretty outfits to wear when you take us out on dates. I’d like to have an outfit with a.