“They rot inside, behind their eyes. And they will hurt you if you discover yourself alone with them. They will treat with you like a scorned woman ...nd not the innocent child that you are.”Nikka understood all too well how men, especially conquering soldiers, treated women. She wasn’t innocent, and although she appeared youthful, she had lived the length of several lifetimes. She had learned, after many mistakes, how to blend in with the people, wherever she was, until they noticed (and they. Wet passionate horny kissing. She began sliding her pussy against my shaft, pushing and rubbing against it, teasing the shaft and head…back and forth she moved, and I could feel her wetness, my cock was wet. I wanted her to be in control of it, of taking me. She moved her hand and took hold of my cock and teased her pussy lips with it…moving it and rubbing it against her wet opening. Slowly and gently she started pushing against it. I could feel the pressure on my cock head, it made me so. . very lightly touching her clit with just the tip of her finger. I watched her squirm, for a moment, as her legs pulled against their ties, then withdrew.Instantly, her hands came down from behind her head, sought relief in her thatch. I pulled them away, leaned forward so I could look her in the eye, told her that she'd get off if I wanted. She squirmed, convulsed and ... I think ... orgasmed slightly at that point.Clearly I had things to learn about this Domination stuff. Oh, and about. ’ He flicked his eyes over my body. I was wearing a tight low-cut shirt that said ‘Fresh Squeezed’ across my tits. No, I did NOT pick it out. My shorts were barely long enough to cover anything at all. I didn’t pick them out either. Brandon’s assessment of my outfit made my whole body tense. ‘I’ll talk to him,’ he finally said. He wasn’t dressed like himself, either. His hair was streaked with gray, and he was wearing a pair of glasses that made him look considerably older. Old enough to be.