And all you say is don't sell my dreams short. Screw my dreams, hell, for that matter, just screw me."I stared at her in shock. "You said you didn't w...ant your first time to be in the back of the car," I protested weakly."So, there's still a lot of things we can do short of that, aren't there?" Well..." Damn it, John, you're doing it again. Get me off that fucking pedestal! I don't want to be a "good girl". I want to be your girlfriend. If I were Liv, or Mary Jo, or even Gail you wouldn't. The night passed, and the next day was hectic too. I saw Sara quite a few times, and we used to pass smiles at each other every time our eyes met.It was around 9 PM now, and the Barat had just left. I wanted a break. So I went to the 2nd floor, which was empty for sleeping arrangements. I went to the room where the cousins slept. I opened the window, lit up a cigarette, and put on some music.After a couple of minutes, I suddenly heard the door opening sound. I didn’t even bother to turn back as. The man grabbed a handful of her hair and wrapped his other arm around her shoulders. "Ride it bitch," he snarled in her ear. "Ride that cock like the whore you are and cum for me. Cum for daddy!"Jori jerked and tried to pull herself away but the being impaled on the dildo, tied up and held down kept her firmly in place. Her movements did help to make the dildo inside her shift even more and realizing that she had no choice she began to obey. The first wave of pain from the clamps had passed.. And the funny thing is that after our relationship grew, it was more fun to do social eventslike Friday Nights! I didn't mind them at all, in fact Ilooked forward to it. My slave would be a sissymaid for thenight and I'd be so proud of him!" "How did your relationship work with a teacher?" "Well, sometimes we'd go out, sometimes stay in, and notnecessarily in the dungeon. Sometimes it was like a regulardate. Even doing some things that he wanted. But, (chuckle)he always ended up in the.