Karen's own lawyer simply looked on with an expression of simple amusement. "But it doesn't have to be like that," she continued, "and this girl is th... price of my silence." She reached forward and tapped the photograph with a single slender finger.It seemed like a lifetime ago, but it was only last week. Karen shuddered at the memory, once again experiencing the thrill of victory. She hadn't quite imagined that it would turn out like this though. She hadn't expected to ever meet the girl that. He asked how it started and what she did to me and before I could get very far I found myself on my back, my panties sliding down my legs and he was there, inside me. I suppose in a way it was rape! But I loved his power and strength and every demand he made of my yielding, submissive body.Needless to say he wasn’t upset ! As we lay there, his prick softening inside me, his cum slipping out of my pussy and running down my crack, he again proposed. The walls of my sex clenched around him, I held. We met when we were just 5 years old. We are neighbours. We often sleep together when we were young. At a young age of 7, we once saw his parents have sex. I remember it was midday when we heard banging inside his parents bedroom. When we got closer, we heard a lot moaning and a little bit of cursing. We thought they were fighting. Sylvester slowly opened the door slightly and then we saw them. As it turns out, the banging was caused by the bed's headboard and the wall. The moaning was his. He answered by lowering his head between her legs and flicking the end of his tongue over her exposed clit. She drew in a deep breath. Then he repositioned himself, laid himself on his belly across the rock, with his head between her legs and his tongue buried deep in her folds. She clung to the rock, dug her fingers into small depressions in the rough granite as wave after wave of ecstasy rippled through her. Damn you, Alejandro! Why do you have to be so good at that? After pleasuring her.