" Chris dug his fingers into Carrie's hips. He knew it hurt her and saw her wince, but it was a good pain. She liked to see scratches and bruises a...d bite marks after fucking. "When is she getting home?" "When she's done...fucking...your guys'...daaaad." Her bouncing got faster and her voice skipped to the rhythm of the pounding. "What a fucking slut..." Chris could feel himself getting closer and closer to cumming."Are you...jealous baby? Do you not like...someone else fucking your. Wonderingif you would be so bold, I test the latch... why am I not surprised? It isopen. Silent as a cockroach, I wind my way into your inner sanctuary. Openingmy black bag I rummage through a small collection of ski masks choosing thebright red one. The color of blood, perhaps it would remind you of the dangerousline you have crossed this night. Also removing a set of steel handcuffs anda coil of rope, I creep to your bedroom door. Yes girl, the door has been welloiled; it opened silently. So when the pair made plans to see a movie together on a sultry summer night nobody thought it unusual or in any way noteworthy. Both kids were adults now and their parents approved whole heartedly of their offspring’s choice of partners, a late summer wedding appeared to be in their futures. Besides the old theater had recently installed air conditioning.In the dark balcony of the old Rialto Theater, Tommy told Sarah of his recent enlistment, and of the subsequent call up. He’d miss his own. "No panties"?"No the just get in the way" You dirty little slut, I want you right now"And my finger dips into your juicy cunt.Instantly your head tilts back as you close your eyes, my finger does deep, nice fluid movements. As you squeeze my cock through my pants.Our waiter returns with our drinks and sets them down in front of us.We both grab ours, "to a fun night"As we raise or shots up I go faster, you bite your lip for a second right before I stop so we can enjoy our shot.I can see the.