A few weeks after the kidnapping, I got a letter. I rushed up to my roomto read it. I was excited because I never got letters. When I opened it,my hea...t stopped. I think I got a panic attack. It was a picture ofThomas. His hair was in a ponytail and he was sitting with a teddy bear inhis arms. There was writing on the back, "Don't show police, only you cansave him. It's too dangerous to involve the adults." The picture shockedme. It was Thomas however he was wearing a white dress with a blue. Suddenly, I felt the weight of his hand on my shoulder increasing. My mind burst with lust. His left arm pulled me down granting me the permission I so much longed for. I wanted nothing but to obey his lewd bidding. Our lips departed and my eyes went down. My hands let go of his shoulders as I began climbing down chiseled torso. All my senses were now focusing on the image of his deliciously-looking, semi-flaccid, thick cock as it slowly approached to my face. I stepped inside the shower. More slugs went into the tube, filling her up and pressing the first slug against her cervix. After the fourth slug the fifth didn’t go in on its self, so she pushed the last slug with her finger deeper into her. With her pussy filled, she struggled to pull the flashlight from her ass without shaking the slugs off her body. After several attempts she managed to pull the flashlight out and put it on her night stand. Luckily there was still no shit on the shaft of the flashlight, so she grabbed. As I lathered my breasts, I kept soaping them for much longer than I needed to just to get them clean. It felt good, really good.I didn't hear the door open when I heard Cheryl cough and say, "Ashley, I need to pee, okay?" Fine," I answered, looking through the frosted glass at her image on the other side as she lifted off her nightshirt over her head and dropped it on the floor.Then the shower door slid open and she stepped in with me. She stood there as the water flowed over us both for a.