<div class="floatleft"><div align="center">(http://www.mediafire.com/convkey/132c/qanv0vlare944wbzg.jpg)<br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"><strong>Jaclyn Rosendahl</strong></span><br/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 10pt;">Entrepreneur<br/><em>About Jaclyn</em> (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=289408.msg14241614#msg14241614)<br/>‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾</span></span></div></div><div class="floatright">(http://i68.tinypic.com/14scccw.jpg)</div><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"><em>… the dance cannot last ... she pulls back ever so slightly and I lick my lips in remembrance ... she can kiss me anytime she wants if she'll kiss like that …</em></span></span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"><em>… lean back at her gentle urging and my hand inside the back of her pants continues to rest in her crack ... rub up and down gently ... best way I know to approve of all she's doing to me ... her hands slide from my shoulders to the onesie bib ... slide down the cups ... to remove more she'll need to untie it in back ... where did that thought come from? her hands gove my breasts a very thorough workover ... what? …</em></span></span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;">"Mmmm … is there a story here?"</span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"><em>… story where? ... my nipples? …</em></span></span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"><em>… she eventually pauses ... look up at her ... my lips trembling at that memory …</em></span></span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;">"I was, um, I was assaulted. She pierced my nipples and, um, hung bells from them. And then had me raped. And raped some more. I, um, I escaped. Having the bells cut off was, um, was another adventure!"</span></span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"><em>… the memory of being raped is three ways there in public in the club is still more than my mind can comprehend ... shake my head slightly to clear the vague memories …</em></span></span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 11pt;">"Do you like them, Olivia? Or did the piercings ruin them for you?"</span></span><br/>