For short, my Prison-Anne. I will not let you go! Your insults cost!Suddenly Anne looks shy and timide as she realises she is trapped, Peter will have...his way with her!So do you really think your would-be lover 'thick-neck' would be better in bed, than I can write here?Or were you ironic? As a politician whose words mean the opposite: He writes worse, than I make love?My maiden, whatever your bad intentions, you will suffer severely for your insults of a former friend Every former friend gets a. I could feel Dave's hands gripping my arse but noticed that with every grasp he worked closer to my virgin hole until I could feel a finger pressing against me. I was loving it so much I let out a moan as he pressed against me. Dave took this as all good and with his other hand, soaped up my arse as I felt his fingers enter me, working in and out in time to his mouth on my cock, gently working a second finger into me until he took his mouth from my cock and just played with my arse.I could not. Top of the page. Bottom of the page. I turned it. Ean walked past me and sat on the couch off to the side before me. I looked up to him. He looked a little disturbed but not quite. I never could read his emotions. He sat silently staring toward the floor. He was deep in thought for sure. “Who was that” I asked. “Mom just wanted to call and say that she would be home early,” he replied monotonously. It seemed boring enough. We were probably going out or something when she got home, that. I loved every minute of it, my sissy-cock was rising as I remembered it all but I had to resist the temptation to touch it. Jess would kill me if she found out I'd been jacking off without her permission. I got up and with some effort of will took off the panties to go shower and get ready for the day; I was ready not a moment too soon. I came out of the shower to find my phone buzzing; I grabbed it to hear Jess' voice."Morning Sissy, I assume you're free today?" Yes Jess" Oh good, I need you.