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Authors: Rebecca Lee
ears,
as she tingled all over from his touch and his kisses. Her top was
off and he kissed her all over for like an hour.
She exclaimed between deep but quick breaths: “no
sex”.
“MMM. Who needs it!?” A clearly gratified and in
control Samuel Roberts countered, between gentle kisses on her
nipples, and light blowing in her ear slightly obscured by her
matted and now slightly perspiration-ladened hair.
He was still a virgin but it didn't matter. The
possibility of sex was secondary to the whole thing. The ability to
pleasure a woman and make her actually beg for him to be inside of
her. This was the prize and he was loving it. He'd felt orgasms
many times before after all. This actual experience was the
prize.
“I do. I do. Please Sam,” Justene exclaimed softly
under her breath.
He peeled her jeans down off her completely after
they'd been stuck around her knees, and began to kiss her on the
upper thighs, right where her black and white striped panties met
her pubic bone. He rubbed his hand on her cotton underwear and felt
a spongy sensation of wetness seeping through. He just kissed it
gently and she erupted again.
“Tomorrow girl. Tonight, it's my tongue,” Roberts
said now on his knees looking into her eyes. It really wasn't about
intercourse. It was about her experience.
He never forgot the lesson: it's about what she is
feeling about you. Not the reverse. If you want true loyalty with
no worries from a woman, focus on that.
He'd failed to stay focused on that with Tanya and to
sad and deadly consequences. This was the story of his relationship
with Tanya: the rules and better judgement often were cast
aside.
“I can't,” Tanya said crying uncontrollably. “He's
done nothing. He came only for me.”
“I never knew you to be so sentimental,” Professor
Blake said. “Besides he isn't who you think he is. Just follow our
plan. Do what I say. I am not saying kill anyone. I don't believe
in that.”
Tanya's skin began to crawl because she knew from her
tragic past with this man, this couldn't be true. She began to
shake violently, the direct result of a trust she no longer
believed existed.
No power. No one to turn to. Only her looks and her
sex to keep her from total devastation or worse. How could she turn
it all in her favor?
“Alright,” she agreed knowing it was fruitless to
hide her erratic and frenetic body language. “Thy will be done.
He's smart though. The American.”
Her phone went off.
“It's him,” she said. “We're going to the
movies.”
“How quaint,” Blake said disinterestedly. “Don't fall
into him. Don't. I promise you everything and I will deliver, but
you can't choose. That was our pact.”
Chapter 12--Tara
“When you are homeless. I mean really homeless with
no place to live or go that is suitable, there are a few important
things you want to have covered.
The first is have a way to eat and drink. Somehow,
some way. The second is have a way to contact a person who can help
you and who has the capability to show compassionate understanding
without judgement. Three, is make sure you go homeless in a place
with a temperate climate, especially at night,” Samuel Roberts said
to a throng of men hopelessly lost with women.
Each paid upwards of $1000 to be with him this
weekend.
He didn't know he was going to say what he just said.
It just came out. But he was determined to stop the sweat pouring
down his brow and his arm pits.
“I am sorry,” he said. “It still sticks with me.”
He had no more to say.
“Can I have 10 mintues?” he said as he began to fight
back tears.
It was his last live event before he left for
Manila.
Roberts thought back often to his nearly 3 weeks
homeless, spending most of it in skid row Los Angeles.
Transcript of pre-trial:
September 21, 2013
“So you were wanting a girlfriend Mr. Roberts?”
as she tingled all over from his touch and his kisses. Her top was
off and he kissed her all over for like an hour.
She exclaimed between deep but quick breaths: “no
sex”.
“MMM. Who needs it!?” A clearly gratified and in
control Samuel Roberts countered, between gentle kisses on her
nipples, and light blowing in her ear slightly obscured by her
matted and now slightly perspiration-ladened hair.
He was still a virgin but it didn't matter. The
possibility of sex was secondary to the whole thing. The ability to
pleasure a woman and make her actually beg for him to be inside of
her. This was the prize and he was loving it. He'd felt orgasms
many times before after all. This actual experience was the
prize.
“I do. I do. Please Sam,” Justene exclaimed softly
under her breath.
He peeled her jeans down off her completely after
they'd been stuck around her knees, and began to kiss her on the
upper thighs, right where her black and white striped panties met
her pubic bone. He rubbed his hand on her cotton underwear and felt
a spongy sensation of wetness seeping through. He just kissed it
gently and she erupted again.
“Tomorrow girl. Tonight, it's my tongue,” Roberts
said now on his knees looking into her eyes. It really wasn't about
intercourse. It was about her experience.
He never forgot the lesson: it's about what she is
feeling about you. Not the reverse. If you want true loyalty with
no worries from a woman, focus on that.
He'd failed to stay focused on that with Tanya and to
sad and deadly consequences. This was the story of his relationship
with Tanya: the rules and better judgement often were cast
aside.
“I can't,” Tanya said crying uncontrollably. “He's
done nothing. He came only for me.”
“I never knew you to be so sentimental,” Professor
Blake said. “Besides he isn't who you think he is. Just follow our
plan. Do what I say. I am not saying kill anyone. I don't believe
in that.”
Tanya's skin began to crawl because she knew from her
tragic past with this man, this couldn't be true. She began to
shake violently, the direct result of a trust she no longer
believed existed.
No power. No one to turn to. Only her looks and her
sex to keep her from total devastation or worse. How could she turn
it all in her favor?
“Alright,” she agreed knowing it was fruitless to
hide her erratic and frenetic body language. “Thy will be done.
He's smart though. The American.”
Her phone went off.
“It's him,” she said. “We're going to the
movies.”
“How quaint,” Blake said disinterestedly. “Don't fall
into him. Don't. I promise you everything and I will deliver, but
you can't choose. That was our pact.”
Chapter 12--Tara
“When you are homeless. I mean really homeless with
no place to live or go that is suitable, there are a few important
things you want to have covered.
The first is have a way to eat and drink. Somehow,
some way. The second is have a way to contact a person who can help
you and who has the capability to show compassionate understanding
without judgement. Three, is make sure you go homeless in a place
with a temperate climate, especially at night,” Samuel Roberts said
to a throng of men hopelessly lost with women.
Each paid upwards of $1000 to be with him this
weekend.
He didn't know he was going to say what he just said.
It just came out. But he was determined to stop the sweat pouring
down his brow and his arm pits.
“I am sorry,” he said. “It still sticks with me.”
He had no more to say.
“Can I have 10 mintues?” he said as he began to fight
back tears.
It was his last live event before he left for
Manila.
Roberts thought back often to his nearly 3 weeks
homeless, spending most of it in skid row Los Angeles.
Transcript of pre-trial:
September 21, 2013
“So you were wanting a girlfriend Mr. Roberts?”
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