” I looked over at the man but he was still staring at my tits. “Well, this is humiliating,” I said. “Plus, my dad works downtown and probably... walks by here all the time. He’d kill me if he saw that picture.” At the very least, he’d stop paying my tuition at art school. The woman looked sympathetic. “Well, I guess we could take it out of the window, but it’s been bringing in customers.” She looked over at the man. “Why do you think, honey?” “No,” said the man, looking up at me for the first. "And when she is not sucking you off, she treats you like a god right - listening to your every word?"When my face again burned up with shame, it was not because we were talking about my private affair with Suzie but that mother was right. Suzie looked up at me with those big green eyes like I was a god - the perfect listener - as if just being with me was food enough for her.And do you want to know something? Being the star of the football team was great, the cheers of the crowd, my fathers. Rayna busied herself during the day, ignoring the irritation of her healing skin. By evening, she presented the sulky, but kind man a chicken stew. He ate several bowls of the dish before he complimented her cooking with a great belch. From the root cellar under the barn, Rayna produced a small cask of fruited brandy and offered him a drink. He took only a sip and passed the cask back to her to share. She blushed a touch at the gesture.He explained to her that her skin should be nearly healed. Meine Br?ste nagelte jemand mit je 5 starken N?geln seitlich an den Pfosten und entfernte den Gurt wieder. Danach wurden mir die Schuhe ausgezogen und meine Beine an den Kn?cheln extrem auseinandergezogen und so gespreizt fixiert. Schon das Ausziehen der Schuhe lie? mich kleiner werden und die Br?ste an den N?geln zerren. Durch das Spreizen der Beine wurde diese Wirkung noch verst?rkt. Eigentlich erwartete ich nun geschlagen zu werden. Dies geschah jedoch nicht. Ich sp?rte auf einer Pobacke.