Rebekah had challenged me to make my move. And so I did. Seeing no plausible alternative, I sexually surrendered to her. Not intending for it to be any sort of permanent concession .... rather indending to concede the battle, but to fight on and later win the war with her.
That was my plan, at least. Whether it was realistic, time would need to tell.
But for now, I .... in effect .... just laid back and enjoyed it. While Rebekah pleasured herself on my body. Or, rather, pleasured herself at her physical domination of me, having pinned me under her and having my wrists firmly in her grip.
I tried to pay less attention on THAT unhappy fact and to instead focus on Rebekah's beautiful Semitic black hair. Was she Jewish? Or maybe Arab? Is that why she spelled her name with the Biblical spelling of Rebekah, the bride of Isaac? It glistened and rocked back and forth as she ground her hips on mine.
She was really enjoying whatever she was doing to me. Was it bacause she thought I was attractive?
> This changes nothing, bitch. I'm winning Wally.
> Looks like you lost him, Pam.
> Fuck you, bitch.
> [Rebekah slaps my face.] Want more, bitch?
> .......
> Didn't think so.
To be continued....
