..”“Please just listen and don’t interrupt”“Ok Sister....erm I mean Annabelle”She grinned and began a story that shocked me and also sadde...ed me. You see before Angelina had met her and rescued her she lived and served in a very different way and in a very different place. She would pleasure men with her body for money, money that she handed over to her mother who would buy alcohol instead of paying the bills and buying groceries. Annabelle explained in great detail some of the horrific stories. She said her husband will kill her if he finds out.I knew I had her in the bag and said, he is not going to know at all. She smiled and said fine. I went and stood behind her, over her shoulder looked at what she is cooking and started to rub my cock against her buttocks.She was acting as if nothing happened and I put my hand around her waist and inserted my fingers into her saree fold and touched her mound. It was puffy and hairy. Before I left the kitchen I also managed to squeeze her. “Oh. My God! What is happening?” Alyce screamed; her limbs securely bound. Once the ivy had her spread-eagled, the blue flowers came to life. They wiggled a path up her thighs, tickling as they went. Once they reached her upper thighs, she could feel their long, furry stamens tickling her crotch, and although she was terrified, the tickling began to arouse her. The wiggling stamens continued to work themselves up and into her panties. Pretty soon her struggles lessened. The constant caresses. You'll just have to put up with it."Uh - here," he announced, as if I couldn't tell. Who but a boy would have a poster of Princess Leia in her Jabba the Hutt slave outfit pasted to the ceiling over his bed?Why did the sight of her in chains do such strange things to me?I was pretty sure what the sight of Carrie Fisher in a skimpy outfit and chains did to Carl!When he casually dropped his books on the bed, I carefully picked them up and moved them to the desk, clearing the decks for action, you.