Will open tomorrow.? Quickly the couple began to search the store. The brunette began with the box of books from the estate she hadn?t gone throug... yet and the man disappeared down one of the aisles, presumably to find the title if it had already been placed on the shelves. While they ignored her, Erika writhed on the floor, trying to find some kind of slack in her bonds. The man had done his job well, however, and Erika began to get sore from the effort. ?Enjoying yourself, dear?? the. Privilege… er…”Saving me she stuck out her hand and said, “My names Deborah. My good friends call me Deb. And you damn better be a Bronco fan!” --------------------At halftime almost no one was into the game. Despite the pot and beer and good food and initial enthusiasm, well, not even the most diehard fan can stand to see their team play such shitty ball and getting crushed so badly. The widescreen now had the news playing, sound almost muted. I’d just. “Sup,” inquired the slim, brown-skinned dude.“Hey,” grinned Bon-bon.“What’s yo’ name? I been seein’ you around.”“I’m Bon-bon. And you?”“Dey call me Chug,” beamed the sexy thug.“Nice to meet you.”“Yeah! You too! What you bout to do?”“After I pay for this, I’m going back home.”“You smoke?”“Yeah!”“I got some loud. Can we go to yo’ place and roll up.”“That’ll work!”Heading back to Bon-bon’s place, Chug was a couple of steps behind watching that big ass shaking in the tiny shorts. When they walked. Your excitement at this point is winning over your fear of what's happening. Your fingers slide over your pussy, wet and slick due to the lack of pubic hair. You spread your lips and your fingers run over your clit. You keep one finger there, circling around the hard little nub that feels so good. You start to whimper and moan as you do it. I tell you to lick your fingers clean. You look up at me, timid from the memory of my slap, and hesitantly start to lick and suck on your own juices again..