I'm not especiallyinto red-heads, but her hair was stunning.The rest of her looked good too. I felt a slight twinge of guilt forstaring at her, I'm no... an overt oogler, but she was in my mirror,intruding on my room and I was naked too - obviously as a reflection,just, she was staring at me too. Anyway, she had a slim waist, roundhips and a neat little nest of curls on her mound while her legs werelong and gorgeous. Her skin was pale and smooth, even from here I couldsee the freckles across. We've got a lot of new stuff and more to come. Is there a place we can use to get together a couple of times a week?" I know we can use Al's garage, Ed," Stan said. "It's a double and set back from the house. It should be big enough. It's also secure. We could leave our instruments at his house and that way we wouldn't have to transport and set up every time. I'll ask him if he thinks we could use it. But it brings up a good point. We need a place no matter what." Okay," I nodded. "I'll check. Her account was no doubt one that would be familiar to any domestic. The endless round of menial tasks, the constant correction for the slightest failing, the impossibility of keeping clean.Her account concluded, I returned her to her cage for the night, removing the plug only after she had been imprisoned. The stream of expletives that emerged once the plug was removed was as though a verbal enema had been administered to her. I left her shouting and cursing to sleep as best she could,. “You take what you want.” He pushed forward, and she cried out as her virginity tore from the force of his violating manhood. Blood dripped from her broken innocence, carried down the drain as the warm water coated their joined bodies.Ryan pulled his head back, and slid his hips forward into Cat’s depths. Her legs wrapped around her, pulling him inside. “Yes - take what you want - take me!” she groaned. Virgin blood was replaced by vaginal juices, mixing into a pink froth at their joined.