He struggled with Sierra’s urge to run. He understood it – she’d raised herself, essentially, and been punished for showing emotion, had everyon... she cared about ripped away by a callous, impersonal system that had damaged her more deeply than she even knew. They weren’t so dissimilar, but his response to it had been different. She’d been taught to hide her emotions, not to show any vulnerability, never to cry in front of someone ... she was deeply ashamed every time she’d broken down around. Rubbing her nipples through the fabric, kissing her neck and rubbing her cunt while she bounced on his leg. A glisten of moisture now on his fingers as he entered her. 
“uuugh.” She crooned, and I watched as my baby girl spasmed and orgasmed on Victor’s fingers and leg. Clairy had tears in her eyes and looked shamefully away. 
“Very good Clairy” I said while Victor kissed her with praise. “What a good little girl” George said. “I could use a good little girl right about now.” said Roger. He was. “Is something wrong?” Daddy questioned, and then he let out a devious laugh, clearly enjoying my reaction. “N-No, I’m...fine,” I whispered back in my feminine voice. I bit my lips and continued walking in my clicking stilettos. We resumed walking down the mall towards the food plaza. After a few minutes my sissyhole was hot and shaken and the only thing I was focusing on was not to squirm. He increased the strength of the vibrator and the massage sent waves of pleasure through my body. As we. ...They sat down at the table. When drunk, Andrew began caring for Helen and she thrilled by this. I suddenly came so excited, what I felt for a long time and matured thought - to pretend that I was drunk and see: "And what did happen?" After all, every woman is sitting nerazbuzhennaya slut and need only give a push .....An hour later, it was dark outside, I "drank heavily," barely tried their tongues and walked unsteadily to the opposite corner of the room and sat down in a chair, even lay.