‘Yes, Daddy!’ ‘Ask for it, then.’ ‘Please, Daddy, give me more in my dirty little ass.’ I pulled my finger from her ass and put it to her ...outh along with my ring finger. She hungrily sucked in my fingers like they were a cock and wet them well as she sucked gently. I pulled them from her mouth and returned my middle finger to her hole pushing it to the hilt. I withdrew and gently pushed both wet fingers in slowly, twisting as I went. ‘Oh, God, Daddy, it feels sooo good. Yyyeeeesss! Oh, God,. In fact, she could not seem to move anything at all. Pulling on her arms, she felt them tied tight behind and over her head, and somehow connected to her knees, as every time she pulled on her hands, her knees pulled up and backwards. She was laying on the ottoman, she could tell that. The fabric was familiar, as well as the shape, but how she was held there, tied, she was not exactly sure. Still, she tried to pull her head up again, and realized the futility of it all. It was not dark in the. " Sam said, "we should also write up some of the things we know are going to be happening in the future. We don't want our kids to be involved in the Civil War. We can prevent that ourselves. There are a million other things we should warn our family about that are going to be happening in the next 160 years."We talked that over for a while and decided we'd start a personal diary that was just for our families and close friends.Wednesday, May 3, 1848Ed: Day 1 - On the Oregon TrailLow spoken. She remember seeing him at a party one time, she had looked across the room at his handsome face and daydreamed he would come over to her and asked her to dance, but of course he didn't. Joined at his hip was a tall beautiful blonde, her figure spilling over from her short, tight dress, there was no way she could compete with that. Not because her figure was not as good, far from it, but there was no way she would have the nerves to wear such a revealing outfit. Her fingers found the spot.