At thebeginning the camera approached a closet and a hand reached into the shot frombehind the camera and opened the closet door. A young teenager, a ...oungerversion of the girl now noosed, younger but not that different, was laying incotton shorts and a tight t-shirt on the floor of the closet, bound in copiousrope and gagged with a pillow case. She looked up into the camera, her eyessquinting for the sudden return of light, and the same voice of the woman nowholding the foot of the wired,. I was simply sick of waking up and finding myself stuck in this tired life.I drug myself out of bed and got dressed, wondering all the while about how to spend my last day. For someone like me, I guess there wasn’t much choice. I’d spend it like I spent every other: alone with my camera, one last time.I hefted my trusty camera from its place amongst the junk on my dresser and powered it on while slipping into my shoes. An unusual message filled the display.Would you like to change your life?The. I proceeded to re-enter her ass and began pounding her hard, my cock going so deep my balls brushed her pussy lips. We continued our grunting and moaning with me ramming her ass for at least an hour (the clock was at an odd angle) before she again pulled off me. How do you want to finish? she asked. Get on the floor. Tiffany got on the floor, lying face-down, and I straddled her hips. Again, I slid my cock into her ass until it felt like I might pop out of her mouth. Several more minutes. " So you contacted Kevin and met my granddaughter for the first time—I have to ask—" Alan smiled and even Ellen was a little taken aback by just how good looking he appeared when he did so."She's lovely, of course—but you already know that! I think that we're good pals now and she's a bit like the little sister I never had: it's that kind of relationship—close, but in a non-predatory, non-sexual way." Ellen looked at him and smiled with genuine fondness."I'm glad about that, Alan, but I must.