He does really have to be sure about this, talk with Leslie more, but it does feel so right.As they stand, Abbie pulls Tim’s pants up for him. Gent...y adjusting his ball and prick in his underwear. Squeezing them gently as if say, ‘until the next time.’ And zipping and buckling him in.They walk to the door arm in arm. There they cling to each other kissing more. Finally, Abbie pulls back and again thanks him for the flowers and dinner. Finishing saying, “And thank you for coming back as you. She removed her blouse to reveal her smooth 36b breasts in a lacy underwired black bra. Her cleavage suggesting he would not be dissapointed. He moved over towards her and gently removed her trousers to see the matching black thong and the damp patch which was clearly visable. She sat on the chair and gave no resitance as he bent down to lick her through the thin material feeling the sweetness he was going to savour. He pulled the gusset to one side as she drew a further sigh. She had not. She just smiles and showcases her swollen pussy once again.But when he keeps trying to get inside her, she keeps retreating.Three times, then he has had enough and plants his raging cock in front of her.He looks her deep into her eyes and the message is clear: If you do that one more time, this is getting rough.That's exactly what she wanted. She wants to be invaded by his prick.She teases him one final time. For a moment, both bodies are still, but then hell breaks lose.He overpowers her body. I remember the pain as glowing hot iron touched me. I was tied to a table. The Iron was glowing red. The sizzling sound, smell of the burning flesh, my body jerking, not able to move away from the pain rushing though my body, the shrieks that were so inhuman that I wonder if they really came from me. It burned only a small part of my body, my finger trace the burned skin were the iron touched me. It is a W ? I wonder what it means ?. Witch. Whore. Woman ? it is not huge, not larger then my.