"Ohh, MASTERR!" Bella screamed as she felt her orgasm slam into her like a runaway freight train. Her fingers curled into the space between the rear w...ndow and the edge of the trunk lid and turn white as the strain took hold.Her legs were straining as well, trying to hold her up when all they really wanted to do was buckle and drop her to the ground under her. They began shaking violently as they labored to keep her upright even as she writhed and squirmed under her Master's tormenting. "A bewildered look replaced the angry one on her face. She looked at him insilence as he tugged on the hem of his short skirt."Then why are you..." my mother started to ask, but stopped, knowing fullwell that she did not want to hear the answer.My brother blushed furiously as he told her that I had caught him in mycheerleading outfit and that we had been playing dress up games eversince."Did you ever think what your father would say about all this?" My momshouted in response.My brother gulped. She even wrote about the night she seduced Peter The Great before he was murdered.’ Gina said. From what I’ve heard of Catherine The Great, I found her fascinating, being that she was an empress and a seductress. Who knew that powerful women could be such great leaders and lovers. Gina showed me to the where the journal when it was stolen two nights ago. The journal was said to be on display under a bulletproof glass case and protected by Russian police. After talking with Gina, I went back to. But Becky’s hips seem to have a mind of their own. They rose to meet his strokes. Garrett sensed this change and began to move a little faster and deeper. Garrett fucked her deep enough and Becky felt him gently bump her cervix. The sensation was exquisite and they watched each other. “Oh god!” moaned Becky, softly.“Pleeeeease,” escaped her lips, yet having no idea what she was begging him for but Garrett understood. Becky’s legs wrapped around his back, out of reflex, as she wanted to bring.