My eyes shift and widen. A safe word? Im confused. My uncertainty shows, and you smile. My reaction stimulates you, and I feel your finger curl agains... my throat, reveling in the rapid beating of my pulse. A safe word, Sarah Rose, you repeat, using my full name, the one most likely to evoke my childlike obedience…the one most likely to call forth my unquestioning submission to your every whim. Youll need one tonight. Its the only thing that will halt the game…not tears…not pleas…not the. .. whatever it is ... whatever we need to do – just tell us.”He sighed again and looked again at Michael. “Although they carry the antibodies in their blood, they are not a genetic match for your father.”“So, what does that mean?” Michael demanded stressfully.“Well, if we try to transfuse with just their blood then we run the real risk that we could kill your father – or his system will go to war on any antibodies that we introduce into his body. If we transfuse using your own or your uncle’s. So she did, getting in and out of her using her arms also no to fall backwards. She still was wearing her tank top and her bra which I tried to take out without any luck. She was in the zone. We stopped for a minute to be completely naked, I love her perky boobs and small little nipples which always are happy to find my mouth. She got of me bringing her arms to my chest looking at me with those dark brown eyes, "I am going in, so be prepared" while bringing Pancho to her butthole. Tight. Pressing, rubbing, kneading her aching muscles. She moans, "That feels good honey." He moves down to her calves, then her feet, her ankles. He rolls her on her back and slides his hand over her chest. Chase, seeing how irritated her skin is, gently rubs the red flesh. His hands knead her breast, slowly flicking the nipple. "Oh god, you feel good!" Taking that encouragement, he kisses her but still rubs her chest. He now starts to tease her nipple with his tongue. A gentle nip to the left, a.