De l?o? j'?tais, je pouvais constater, ? leur fa?on de nous manipuler, qu'ilsn'avaient vraiment aucun respect pour nous. Nous n'?tions que de lamarcha...dise ? entreposer, rien de plus. Mais ?a ne m'emp?chait pas, sousl'effet de mon programme de poup?e, de palpiter rien qu'? l'id?e qu'ilsallaient peut-?tre me sortir de l? et me donner un ordre... Rien que lefait d'entendre le son de leur voix me soulevait d'enthousiasme!Pourtant, je savais pertinemment qu'il n'y avait aucune chance pourqu'ils. I hope it will do the same for you, sirs.So the summer I was 17, the summer before my Senior year in high school, my parents were okay with going on a vacation and letting me stay by myself. You know, I honestly don’t remember where it was they went, but at the time I knew I didn’t care, so long as I got the house to myself.First things were first, I found my mom’s car keys and ended up taking her car out for a joy ride with some of my friends. We laughed at how naughty it was and drove down. I had never seen her like this before, she was stretching and writhing on the bed, sucking the largest cock she had ever had and humping her pussy in the air as far as she could like she was looking to have her pussy filled at the same time.After about 5 minutes of this he moved down and got between her legs and rubbed the massive head of his cock against the lips of her now hot and very wet pussy. As he slowly and effortlessly entered her she went ballistic moaning and babbling incoherently. Monday night I had been dressed as sloppily as she had in a sweatshirt and old jeans. But she was right I had lost six jean sizes in the last eleven months. The last time she saw me I wore size forty pants. ‘Thank you, very much but I’m not the only one. What happened to you? You look great.’ She grinned and did a little, slow spinning turn. ‘My best girlfriend here has an aerobics studio, with a weight room. She’s been a dear and helped me shape up.’ Shape up wasn’t the word for it. That flat,.