I grabbed his ballsac and started to squeeze slightly. He started to groan as I pumped harder for more juice. I slurped up the last of his piss but co...tinued to pump his rod harder and harder. I felt his belly sweat fall on my face. He pulled his cock from my mouth, spit Cope juice on it and thrust it back hard into the back of my throat. I gagged as he started to shove it in and out of my warm and piss-wet mouth. He reached over to his front pocket and pulled out the pack of Marlboros and lit. Melanie was mortified by her uncontrollable bodily reaction to the obscene visions her mind was conjuring up to explain the wet licking sounds from the next room. The noises were now increasing in volume, the springs of the bed making telltale bouncing and squeaking sounds as the cries and groans of passion made it sound as if they were rushing together headlong toward a group orgasm. But it just wasn't possible!Again a thought that should have revolted her instead sent a sudden flood of heated. “Perhaps we’ll have to save that for later, then. Let’s think of it as an incentive to be on your best behavior.” I felt my knees go week at the thought, my eyes drifting back to the cage. I nodded, finding it impossible to speak, amusing both her and Ally who began running her nails slowly down my back just hard enough to leave a trail of pink in their wake, or so I imagined. “Come along, kitty.” Reluctantly I followed, having no choice, my leash looped around Laura’s wrist, Ally giving my. So let me tell you what to expect this year." He didn't tell me anything. He threw an elbow into my ribs and then kneed me in the gut. When he finally left me, I crawled back through the woods and home. I just went into the barn and cried while I brushed Gypsy. I hated him. I hated my life. I wouldn't even be riding the bus with the junior high schoolers. I was dead meat.I didn't go outside for the next week. I went to the attic instead.The problem with the attic in the winter was that it was.