Peterson is me! - I still blushI learned from her private messages that she modelled that chap Petersen to the image she had of meIndeed my apartment ...s a bit similar: shelves with books everywhere, many with erotica and sexuologyI have - like good old Peterson - a private collection of more explicit erotica in a special backroomI have there the old printed porn and even some spanking magazines and vintage books about the subjectI started to pay back my debt for this tribute and her lessons in. I neeedddd thissss. I ammmmm yoooouuuurrrr slllluuutttt. Youuuu oooowwwnnnn meeeee".He all of a sudden stopped and I knew that was a sign to keep on praying. I was so on edge. I needed to cum so bad. My thong was almost transparent it was so badly soaked. The prayer rug was completely soaked with my cunt juice. As I went down on my knees his breathing was becoming heavy. He was getting turned on just like me but he was so in control of his emotions.As I was on my knees i felt his hand massage. Parris began by addressing her remarks directly to Nina.“You are a very intelligent young woman. Very smart. Talking to you has convinced me we should talk to the younger children Gee rescued.”“I didn’t really do any rescuing of the children or of Nina.”“I understand and won’t argue the point,” Susan said. “Often, when there is long-term drug and physical abuse—even prescription drugs for ADHD and other common treatments—we find the child is damaged intellectually. Nina, you have been deprived. It was more beautiful than any she had ever seen. He helped her out of the truck and then they unloaded the things together but he wouldn't let her go inside of the tent. While he finished with the tent she set up the blanket for the picnic she had packed and made sure they had wood for the fire. They always brought their own wood just in case. When she was done she sat down on the blanket and smiled at him.She said, "Come join me."He smiled and moved over to the blanket. He sat down next to.