Finding the knife in his hand now he threatens her with it. The knife is long, thin, and black the blade on both sides is sharp. He shakes his head th...n he is on her before she can scamper back to her feet. She feels the cold blade touching her tender skin on her neck making her cry out softly. “No no no please....!” she stampered out once more with a plaintive whimper. She feels his lips touch her ear “Sugar your gonna give me so much lovin tonight I will make you my whore.” His words. Her toes are curling and her knuckles are white.When he finally removes his mouth from hers she gasps for air immediately. “What did you do to me?” she demands.“Nothing yet.” He stands up properly and proceeds to unbutton his jeans and unzip his fly.“What are you going to do to me?” she modifies her question.“I'm going to fuck you senseless,” he answers honestly as his cock springs out of his pants. It is already completely engorged from the spectacle of her first ever orgasm.“You want to fuck. ” She did say that when Nick wasn’t around and she needed a quickie, than my tiny prick and tongue would be more than welcomed as a way, in her words, “to take the edge off her horniness,” while she was waiting on his big dick. Again, I was at a loss for words. I’d basically been relegated to “sloppy seconds”, literally, whenever my brother was around. — At five months, Betty’s stomach was huge. However, I’d. But I couldn't fool myself that I didn't want to sample more of Jean's life. Could I stand to go back? Could I stand it if I didn't?By the time sleep finally came I had made my decision. I would go to the dressing room and see if Jean Adams really existed. I would step out of the dressing room on her end, see if there was a real world outside the door, maybe stroll around the store a little. Then I would come back. An experiment. Easy phases. Small goals. Once this test was out of the way, I.