These people are sadists. I think there’s a psychological test they have to pass to prove this in order to get the job. Only sadists could make us h...rt like they do. My physical therapy consisted of working on my hip to get my full range of motion back. I had been struck in the hip. The bullet had entered just along the outside of my hip and pinged off the bone. They had to go in to remove a couple of bone chips and some bullet fragments. Now it was supposedly fine, but I needed to keep up the. Too much for her... then she never wanted to get away)Jason slowly sat up in his chair, his eyes suddenly more lucid.(I almost wish Richie hadn't let me go)(Easier to stay... Easier to cope)Jason felt a chill up his spine.No, it couldn't be that! It couldn't be the same thing! Not the same power as the house had! Not the same one Jason himself wielded on his Dad, and then on the nurse at the home! That would mean that this Loner character did it to Mara for nine years!But how did he do it? The. “Aaah Honey, give me all that creamy fucking juice,” I say as he shoots his load towards the ceiling. I look at Tony with a gleam in my eye and a sexy smile on my cherry red wet lips…Mmm a threesome; my pussy juicing at the thought, my imagination going wild…He grabs my hands and gets out of his seat, his cock still huge and dripping cum. He forces me over the arm of the chair, lifting my skirt up and pulling the tiny transparent thong to one side, as Tony is openly wanking now. I am watching. This strange, hot itch formed between my thighs. It was this wild heat. I groaned as I could feel Daddy waiting to see me.I pulled off my halter top and then, in a flash, darted my hands behind me. I couldn't believe I was doing this. I undid the fastener and slipped off my bra. My small breasts came into the view in the changing room mirror on the back of the door. They jiggled. My nipples were hard.It wasn't cold in here...I grabbed my halter top and pulled it on. I drew it over my head and.