She looks worried… perfect. I could get used to the sound of her muffled moans. Oh if she only knew what I have in store for her. Hello Skye, Do you...know who I am? The voice startles me. I jump, making my wrists pop again. Taking a step away from the voice, I scream again, as my arms are stretched farther, pulling me to the tips of my toes. I ignore the pain, wanting distance between me and the voice. He asks again this time growling, Skye do you know who I am? I say no but the sound is. I held my pussylips wide open as his tongued lapped at my clitoris and exposed fuckhole…the vibrator was ensuring that this orgasm would be intense….his tongue was now pressed onto my clitoris making tiny movements as my orgasm went into overdrive and for the second time in my life I gushed……my female spunk splattered his mouth and face as he hungrily swallowed all of the sex fluid….I fell forward onto the bed almost fainting with desire…the vibrator slid out of my ass on the way to the bed as. She had her ownlittle kitchen and bathroom, so our paths only really crossed on thestairs, or when she barged into my parties to complain about the noise at2am.In her favour, she was slim and tall - maybe a tiny bit taller than me-with long black hair and very pale skin. She had immaculate fashionsense, and on the rare occasions when I did see her she was alwaysperfectly made up and wearing a strappy heel. I'd thought about trying toget her into bed a few times, but decided it would be too. It's a complete write off. I have the pictures for when you are feeling better." What happened with Mark?" I asked."They locked him up, and hopefully threw away the key. He's up for murder, assault, kidnapping, and various other crimes. He hopefully will never see the light of day again. After his little escape and murder attempt, one of the cops hit him with a stun baton. It's hard to focus on moving things with your mind when several thousand volts is coursing through your body making every.