"I'll make sure of it. Now go take Yvonne's spot on the couch. Yvonne, come here."Yvonne squealed in delight. "Are you sure, Tyran?" She stood up, ten...atively.Yvette tried to pull me back towards her. "No, Tyran! Please, I'll be good!" I'm sure you will. But you need to be taught a lesson. Now go, or I may never fuck you again."The pain and shock in Yvette's eyes were almost enough to get me to change my mind - but I could see in her mind that she was expecting that. It had always worked. One hand cupped her breast through the dress and gently squeezed making her moan the other, Angela was shocked to find, had pulled the hem of her dress up and was exploring her stomach, moving down to her thong and over it, then started to massage her pussy mound through the thin material. Angela gasped and almost cried out as she felt her pussy flood and her thong become soaked, she knew Mark could feel how wet she was as he moaned low and long. Suddenly the lift stopped and Mark backed out. She was dressed to thrill and kill. She also couldn’t believe that under the carport was her new, fully loaded, and blue VW Jetta. David bought it for her the day before her birthday. She didn’t understand why he’d gotten her some nice leather gloves and designer sunglasses for Christmas until then. Living with David was nice and all, but Jennifer couldn’t help having strange ideas, dreams or feelings. She could never argue with his advice and decisions. She couldn’t help but fantasize about. I decided to just get a new laptop. It pushed my moving into a newplace back a year, but it was worth it. I didn't really do much exceptlook for sites, but found a fascination with fiction ones, likeFictionmania, and Storysite.It was 2005 before I finally got myself motivated. I had been socomfortable that I knew I had gotten lazy. Even in the studio, life hadgotten too easy. I know that it sounds like a lot of time, but I justlet inertia set in. But, I finally decided to move, and the.