I figured the best place to start...underwear. I don't want to keep standing here will my bits hanging out.Where do I start? I looked and didn't see a...y. Duh, she won't keep themin here. So I left the closet and made my way over to her drawers. Damn!She has like 1000s of them. All shapes and colors. I, myself own like 10things of white underwear. Where do I start? I just closed my eyes andgrabbed a pair. I have no clue to what kind they were, but I did knowthey were not a pair of thongs. I. . let's make sure you keep that blood in the rest of you Vanessa?"Mistress Thorne says and I hear the unmistakable sound of metal on metal."I'll just lock this on." Nooo!" Vanessa wails. "You can't do that... my owners!" Have given me full permission," Mistress Thorne says, sounding amused."After I had a little chat with them and explained the alternatives. Youare to be kept like that until further notice, and I would like to pointit's a combination lock, and only I know the code." But... My legs flailed behind him as he drove into me. My insides were turning to mush. I was nearly delirious. He held my hips even higher as he took several thrusts as hard and as deep as he could. My head was forced deep into the cushion as his groans could be heard over mine. Finally he let loose with a barrage of cum that I swear bruised the insides of my cunt. He held still for a second each time his cum shot out, then pulled back to thrust again, ready for another load. I could feel his cock as. But you just a miserable, selfish person.“Errol,” gasped Cecilie.“Dude, this isn’t the time or place,” exerted the unhelpful man. “Nigga, shut yo’ muthfafuckin’ face ‘foe I whoop yo’ ass fah real,” Errol howled as he stood up.Now, the room was quiet with all on the inebriated grandson of the deceased.“Let’s just go,” huffed Carol Ann. “My family is still true to form. Country hood rats. Now that Mama is gone, I don’t have to subject myself to these shenanigans.”“It’s not like you did when she.