Sitting on the end of the bed my hair wet and dripping down my back, my feet curled beneath me I devour the rest of my toast before moving to the vani...y mirror to dry my hair.I lay there as fear grips me for the hundredth time since the first time I woke up in this bed. I need to think of a way to get out of here but my mind just keeps wandering, I can’t seem to concentrate on anything for long. My body aches all over, I think the tablets Debbie gave me last night must be wearing off because. I watched her position herself and hold my cock against her butthole and slide down on my hard shaft. She moaned and her cock seemed to rest on my belly as she got used to the full length of my cock.She slowly started to move, bouncing slowly on my cock. I watched in awe as her cock started to flail about as she bounced harder and faster on my cock. As she bounced, her cock started to slap on my belly, turning me on even more. I could not help but reach up and grope her breasts and slide my. "Now I want you to remember this is your last chance to help yourself. Did Louise Mathews suggest you carry a weapon with you to talk to her husband?" I asked."No she didn't. She just said I should be very careful. That Burt would probably get violent. So I was expecting it, but once he saw the gun I didn't think he would jump me. I guess he was just crazy jealous," Seth explained.I had seen Louise Matthews and I couldn't see what would make men want to fight and die for her. There was just no. The rest of the group had no idea what had gone on the night before. I remember you going over to sit on the wooden bench. Your dark curly hair seemed still wet from your shower. Although the light summer dress was probably non-descript and inconsequential, it looked good on you. It was white with little blue spots. It looked great.I remember how numb I was with shock when you said you were going to leave the convention early. You said you were going to go home and divorce your husband. You.