Uh?" Jenny squinted at him. "You sound like you have something very specific to tell me." she accused. Mark grinned, and Jenny thought his grin was very cute...kind of a Tom Cruise smirk. "Actually, I do." he admitted. "Wanna sit down?" "Okay." she said. "I suppose I can take a few minutes." Mark grinned again, and walked over to a picnic table. He sat down, and she plopped bdsm bondage down opposite from him. "Ok." she said, propping herself on her elbows and looking him straight in the eye. "What do you want to tell me?" Again the grin. It's almost like he's embarassed to say it, Jenny thought. "I've been bdsm photos watching you, Jenny...from afar. I suppose you could say I was admiring you. You're very pretty, Jenny." She smiled, but the compliment disturbed her. She didn't particula continue...
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