I couldn’t do that.”There was a long pause in the conversation as both of them thought their own thoughts on the matter. When the waitress brought...over the tacos, Bill stared at the dish. It wasn’t like the normal taco. Instead, it was a soft corn tortilla with a smattering of tomatoes and some herb that he didn’t recognize with some chunks of beef on it. Looking at his father, he asked, “This is a taco?”“Yes. It’s the real thing. Try it.” Jerry picked up a taco, rolled it up and took a. Jess hadn’t.“You do know what one is, right?” Heather asked. Jess nodded but didn’t move.“Well, put it on him already. It looks like he could blow any second.” I looked down and saw another bead of pre-cum dripping onto the floor. I groaned softly as I wasn’t particularly fond of cock rings, but didn’t protest.Jessica knelt down in front of me and studied the ring for a moment before sliding it onto my shaft. She pushed it halfway down on me and then stopped.Heather sighed in exasperation and. I do!!!!!'But it wasn't her perpetually itchy middle-aged "kitty" that got Mrs. McCarthy bounced from the job as principal of my high school. It was an addiction of another kind, entirely; the craving of power.Two.George Bell wanted to be a Congressman. I'm not sure if that is in his favor or against it, but the portly car dealership owner had his sights set on Washington, and getting elected to the local school board was Step One. Not especially bright or wise or public-spirited, Bell was at. Your hands ripped my dress from my body leaving me only in white lace bra and matching panties. Looking so innocent arent you cutie. I flinched as he slapped my arse. Please, let me go I cried slightly louder than before as you slipped a finger inside my tight pussy. God, no. I watched your eyes close in anger. You tore my knickers from me and placed them inside my mouth. Thats better, you little slut. Look at the juices on my fingers, your pussy is wet even though you are being raped, such a.