Her hair was tied into braids that fell to her butt, which everyone agreed was a marvel. She often went running and had an athletic figure. They often...called her the African Goddess because she looked flawless though she wasn't vain, a side-effect of her christianity. Then there was Daniel, a city boy from up north somewhere. He claimed to have Persian ancestry but you couldn't tell, he looked as pale as they come. He had black hair that was cut short and, though he often ran with Hope, looked. Probably more ready to be fucked than any other virgin 13-year-old boy had ever been. But Bobby was going to show me a good time before he took me for his pleasure."Oh, Bobby!" I gasped, as his lips slid onto my plump little erection. "Oh, YES!"His hot mouth plunged down the length of my hard cock, and his tongue slathered all along the 4-inch shaft. On the upward stroke, he applied slow, delicious pressure to the shaft before sliding down again. Up and down his mouth went, like a wonderful. Shot down over Bosnia less than a year ago, they were officially missing, presumed dead. Yesterday's news. Out of long practice, the blonde sat patiently on her folded legs, her arms manacled behind her back. A leash tied to a ring set in the tile floor ran to the gold chain hanging between her heavy breasts, a chain linking the two large, golden rings embedded in her thick red nipples. The rings and chain reflected the sunlight, moving ever so slightly with each breath the captive woman took.. I begin shaking my head as he pulls me in. I need to make sure you dont roll away on me he comments as he pulls more rope out of the bag. He spreads my legs wide and ties them to the legs of the desk holding them in place. I struggle as I test how tight he has bound me and realize I cant even touch my toes to the floor and no way will I be moving away from him. He turns around and types some more on the computer. I told him you have your legs wide open for him. He said he wants a.