Tim.

{if TimSquirt = 1
}Images... and sensations. Memories of Tim with his fingers rubbing exactly where he knew they needed to go. Her own efforts, even now, didn't seem able to achieve that particular combination of stimuli required to replicate what had happened on the boat. I came like a fountain. I...I wish I could do that again... but try as she might, memory and her own fingers didn't seem able. She began to regret her refusal to go to Tim's house for the party{if Shame > 83
}, no matter what that would make her. Her cheeks felt hot at the faithless admission to herself{endif
}. Tim had done with her what she had craved for so long. And he had given her an experience she had never had before.
{elseif TimBrat = 1
}As her thoughts drifted back to yesterday, to the boat, Beth could almost feel Tim's fingers on her nipples, pinching and kneading, giving both pleasure and tantalizing pain. He had handled her little brat routine exactly as she hoped a good dom would. She {if Shame > 83
} shamefully lost herself in imagining all the ways he could break her down, bend her to his whims. She deserved punishment.{else
}shamelessly lost herself in the fantasy of what he could do to her to bring her to heel. She craved his punishment. {endif
}{else
}As her thoughts drifted back to yesterday, to the boat, Beth could almost feel Tim's fingers on her nipples, pinching and kneading, giving both pleasure and tantalizing pain. She lost herself in a fantasy of kneeling before him, being tied up, gagged, controlled and commanded to please him, and be pleasured in return. He at least, was a man that could bend her to his will. {endif
}Beth worked furiously, softly moaning to herself, "...yes, sir...{if TimSquirt =1
}make me cum like you did before..." {elseif TimBrat = 1
}
}I've been bad. What are you going to do?" {else
}make me your perfect little slut..."{endif
}