”I was now really scared. He pushed me to sit down on the toilet. “How old are you slut?”“I’m fourteen.” I stuttered.He put his hand on my...head and started to rub his hard big cock all over my face. I started to cry but he just ran his cock through my tears.“You better be quiet you little tramp or I’ll tell the captain that you’re flying first class without paying for it.”I was scared and nodded as he held his cock at my mouth and said “Open your mouth slut.”I slowly opened my mouth and he. I got a wet towel and gently cleaned her then rubbed some ointment on her to avoid infections. Luckily the ass had worn a condom so I wasn’t afraid of pregnancy or disease. Not from him anyway. “Zack why did it feel so good when you did it to me and it felt so horrible when he did it” she sobbed “That bastard forced you to do what you didn’t want him to do and what you weren’t ready for. It didn’t feel good because he didn’t want to take care of you. He just wanted you for his own. A few minutes later, it was our turn.The video-editing suite we worked in when not in the newsroom was awindowless, subterranean room, but we still saw the Genderwave when ithit us. The clock on the wall was counting down the final seconds as weall stared at the room's east-facing wall. You could have cut thetension with a knife. Suddenly, the wall seemed to grow hazy, the hazehit us, and then it was gone.Lynn Daley was right. Words really can't describe the feeling. Onemoment I was Tim Jones,. ”“Reliving her youth...” It was a line of thought he’d gone down several times, and each time, it always scared him. Was Antoinette actually in love with him, or was she just reliving her youth through him, and was addicted to that feeling? “I don’t think so.”“No?”“No. Well, I mean, she probably is, but it’s no different than how I enjoy her intelligence, wisdom, and maturity. She knows a billion more things than me, about everything.” He shrugged, opened the door, and waited for Damien to.