Don't worry about making a mess. Krys is going to clean everything up when we are all finished with her." She comes tentatively forward and looks from...me to J. He nods at her and she picks up the rest of her cake in one hand and slaps it onto my right tit. I raise my head away, instinctively, and I close my eyes as I feel her hand grab my tit and twist it as she grinds her cake into my tit. She has a wild smile on her face, like a child who has been given permission to jump in a mud puddle or. I figured he would stop there but he pulls it all the way off of my right leg. I asked why he did that to which he responded, "You might need to spread em out a little bit here in a second." Lay on your back, spread your legs as wide as you can, and grab your ankles!"He was really getting going on this, so I did very willingly and there I was showing all for him on that locker room floor. He rubbed my pussy and played with my clit for a minute before diving in face first. Very sloppily done,. The knife’s weight was a comfort. The handle poked a knob through the shirt hanging over it with each step, constantly reminding her that it was there, which helped. What she felt most though, was a warmth that spread from her legs to her neck. She had never really liked the big, hairy, and rough kind of guys, but she couldn’t get Morgan out of her mind. He was probably too old for her, anyways. But a girl could imagine. She spent the night tossing and turning, her dreams a pendulum that swung. Let it be willingly,’ she pleaded. ‘It will be,’ he suavely said. ‘Trust me.’ She turned her head to watch her captor as he danced from behind to her left side. With a twirl and some flamboyant arm gestures, he grabbed her short stool on wheels. Corvin smiled at her seductively as he danced with the stool as if it were his partner at a ball. She shifted her gaze from him to her hands. The light did not allow her to see what bound them to her desk, but she was unable to move either. The light.