The more I beg him not to or tell him no the hotter we both become. Most times after he has his way with me I lay there in a heap on the bed, cum fill...d and Mike comes back and takes me again like I'm his slave.I don't think there's anything we haven't done. Mike likes to fuck my ass. At first I wasn't a big fan of him fucking my ass raw now I really get off on it. I cum hard when his dick fills my ass with his cum. I like when my big tits are used, abused and bound. I especially get off on tit. She still lived at home and appeared to have little interest in looking for a job. Roger didn't seem to mind, and I guess he liked having her somewhere where he could keep an eye on her.If anything, she was an activist of sorts. She always had some cause. She spent her time waving placards and arguing with people online. If she had one resting emotion, it was anger.That said, she used to lighten up around me. Whenever I went over to their house, she'd be straight down the stairs with a smile on. "She gave a sad chuckle regarding her mother, then she realized that sheneeded to deliver a message, "Your mom went out, by the way. She saidthat she'd be back around three this afternoon."Paul sat next to her, kissed her arm and laid his head on her shoulderas she rested her head on his. Their arms were interlocked."Paulie, I'm sorry..." Don't be, Beth. I'm sorry that you're in pain."They sat and talked for a while, but Beth never broached the reason forthe argument.After nearly an hour, as. She fought her panic and her own reflexes, knowing that a single cough would drown her. After a single minute which passed like an eternity, the stretcher was lowered. Samantha gagged and choked and gulped air, sobbing and trying to beg for her life. "Samantha," said Inspector Olson. "I baptize thee in the name of the Son." The stretcher was raised again. This time she was ready for it, or nearly so. She screamed, then gulped a lung full of air as her face hit the water. She controlled her.