Sonja can see where he gets his looks. He is a dead ringer for his dad. Yeah, dad has a little bit of that middle aged spread, but his arms and chest ...ook like he has been working out. He seems thinner than the last time Sonja saw him at the beginning of the school year. She always saw him in a suit. He attended a lot of the school events, but he was always on his way to or from work. It was nice to see him in casual clothing, and there was an enticing bulge in his sweats. What was she. .” she gasped “Just get a move on then with your worshipping”.I looked around Bree to see if Sister Anna was still watching us - she was.“Hey Sister ... come over and sit beside us please”.She stood up immediately.“Yes!!!!!” I thought “She’s finally going to leave us”.But she amazed me when she walked over and sat beside us.“Fuck me” I muttered “What will it take to get her to leave?”I thought for a moment before I asked her a question “Are these tits worthy of worshipping by your god?”.I. Once ensnared, she then committed the most selfishly evil act I’d ever heard of by deliberately getting Darryl hooked on increasingly powerful narcotics in order to better manipulate and ‘control him’. He was now an addict and utterly dependent upon Samantha to do virtually everything in his life. Her ego unchecked, she was now pretty much the ‘face’ for the band and had taken center stage performing most of the main vocal duties. Not well in my opinion, even for the light demands of metal. She gasped and pulled her hands away, but her kidnapper would not allow it, and slapped her for not doing as she was told. Her hands were once again led to the body. With shaking, bound hands and arms, she felt her way along the figure, and knew it was the woman who had called her a slut earlier on. Her hands followed the curve of the long dress, dipping at the waist where the woman wore a boned cincher, and then moving down over hips. She could feel a suspender belt and stocking tips under the.