You're so big and hard. I run my tongue up the underside of your dick, tickling the sensitive area under the head. You moan and I respond by taking yo... down my throat again, as far as I can. I start deepthroating you and I can feel your hands grabbing my arse. You give me a light smack and I moan around your length.I want more as you take your dick from my mouth, slapping my cheeks playfully with the head. You stand and pick me up again, positioning my head over the bed's side. I open my mouth. I knew where the cameras were, the patrol routes of the guards, and what kinds of locks were used on the doors. I got confident and I got caught, but not by the police. Jail time would have been so much easier. They let you out of jail, eventually, in most cases. I don't know if I'll ever be free again.But I'm getting ahead of myself. Let me start at the beginning. My name is Kathryn Bell, and I'm a thief. Well, was a thief? I don't know what I am now. A toy? Or maybe I'm just an example for. Nothing she said or did seemed right or good enough for them. Brad couldn’t decide whether they were truly mean people or just so wrapped up in themselves and their favoured children that they didn’t realize the effect their actions had on Kellie, before deciding he didn’t care. The net effect was the same, they were hurting her, and he hated them for it. The aunt and uncle were better, and they seemed to care about Kellie in their own way, but they were standoffish and hard to warm up to. He. The chiseling of his jaw was of particular appeal.“Professor!” she said, “I didn't see you there.”Danielle prepared to respond, but just giggled for a moment. She said “I'm sorry, I feel silly. Can we just have sex?”“Me too,” Oleana said, laughing as well, “And yes, we can definitely have sex.”“Good. I've been waiting for this for two years.”“Then get to work,” Oleana said, pushing Danielle to her knees in front of her and undoing his belt.“Yes, sir,” she said, unfastening his pants and freeing.