’ Another shake of her head, ‘I’m ashamed.’ ‘No need to be, it’s not your fault.’ After a while she started to talk, her voice soft and ...low. ‘He came to the house where I was held with five other girls. He came with some men. Everyone seemed to be in awe of him, he looked us all over. We were scared. More scared than when all the other men came and looked at us to choose which one they wanted to fuck with.’ Stopping talking for a few minutes as she gathered up her strength, she then. He looked at her long, bronzed legs, her tight fitting yet stylish skirt, a perfectly fitted blouse that seemed to caress the supple shape of her full breasts… he was almost salivating. Gabriella could feel the intensity of his stare as he followed her, mentally undressing her. She turned to face him full on and smiled. She couldn’t resist it. Her tongue gently traced her lips, her eyes drifted over the handsome man that seemed so enchanted by her. He was tall, at least six foot five, and had a. His initial reserved nature during the first couple of months changed slowly and he became very friendly with me, discussing about topics of common interest like chess, science, music etc. especially when my parents were away for one week. Describing me as chocolate boy, sweet baby etc, affectionately, his pranks on me like caressing, pinching my cheeks, hugging me from behind with his palms literally on my boobs were on the increase day by day. Once he commented about a couple of pics. from my. I’ve flipped through fifteen pages of those books at a time, searching in vain for something that’s remotely possible to use when I whack off. The porn I write is Dee-Eye-Are-Tee-Why DIRTY, not to be shown to children or parents. It belongs hidden under the mattress, behind the pipes beneath the bathroom sink, or in the locked drawer of the nightstand. If it isn’t Dirty, I haven’t done it right. On the other hand, if it isn’t interesting, it’s not any damn good and I wouldn’t post it. I can’t.