I don't mind if you like to have sex with other guys. It's your life, it has nothing to do with me, I can't give you that, and like Janet Stone always...says: sex has nothing to do with love. You can fuck whoever pleases you. But you have to be honest with me. I can take every shit you have to tell me, but... No lies. No more." George."Lucy was surprised! She asked:"George?" Yes." Your brother?" Yes." Well... Okay. That's okay. I don't mind. No. It's okay. And he's also..." We don't talk about. ”Janet sighed, “The bitch got away. We immediately started into the more ... intense forms of interrogation. It seemed like she was responding as she should, but something seemed off. It was not until she had broken free that we realized what had happened. She had spent the entire night rubbing the rope that we had bound her with against the edge of one of the seats in the wagon. She had worn it down and just waited for the right opportunity to attack. She snapped the ropes around her wrists. "Can you return tomorrow afternoon and bring some gas for the pickup?" Mary Margaret asked."Yes, certainly," I assured them. Mary Kate reached into a pocket and held out a twenty-dollar bill to me."Will this be sufficient?" she asked, handing it to me."Yes, more than sufficient for two gallons of gas and a container. To fill the tank though will be more expensive," I told her."Would you care to stay for tea? It's nearly time," Mary Margaret asked, politely."No, I don't think so today. I'm a bit. Pretty soon my phallus was rock hard and throbbing and practically shoving her little fingers apart."Pick a favorite," she said softly. "Enlarge her picture and then stand up."I chose a gorgeous little redhead with milky white skin and bulbous lips."Stand up?" Yeah."I did as I was told."Now," Michele spoke softly, never missing a stroke with both of her small hands working my shaft, "concentrate on that oh so sweet and innocent face, my perverted husband, and enjoy the next few minutes."She.