There on the couch was this hot looking woman tied with her legs spread and her arms behind her. She had a gag in her mouth and titties bounded free.H... saw an envelope on the table marked Pizza Man. He picked it up. Inside was the money for the pizza. On the back it said. " Hi, do you like what you see? Help yourself. She is paying a debt and is yours for the taking."He looked at her and she smiled nervously around the gag. He looked between her legs and open pussy. It looked great. He thought.. Five years without her Step-Father’s emboldening words. Five years without hearing the boisterous laughter of her younger sisters as they ran bare-foot together over green, green grass. ‘And now this absolutely nasty, horrid weather… at least auntie Joanne doesn’t live in Alberta…’ Just out side the large office building on Bloor Street West to which she was walking, an unrepentant gust of wind wiped over Natasha taking her hat with it. Long black braids whipped about in the cold. Her thoughts. She walks over to me and, with her hand in a fist, she punches my left breast deep and hard, then with her other hand she weighs my other breast as I writhe in pain from my exposed breasts. With a cruel smile that I will never forget, she makes a silk rope out of a red stocking and at the base of my right breast she makes two circles with the stocking and presses, presses, presses the root of my breast until she creates a wheel of force around it and I feel as she cuts off my circulation, then. And one of the more upscale. Dad was a rather successful lawyer, I'm not exactly going to apologize for where I grew up. We lived in a small neighborhood called Cherry Hill. He struggled to afford the house once Mom died, but he kept a roof over our heads, and over Cori's head too. Sometimes, she'd work for just room and board. Sure, he could have moved to a smaller house, but that was the house Mom fell in love with when they moved out from California. Mom's ashes are scattered in the.