I did not understand who this gift basket was for. She was talking faster and louder and faster, then she threw her hands up in frustration. The next ...ew words that she spoke were curse words I did know that and I laughed. She grabbed my hands once again and looked at me, deep in my eyes. We looked deep into each others eyes and then it happened, the CD changer in my car had started to play a new CD, Digital Underground and the song was The Freaks of The Industry, which was playing loud enough. .. realistically, it hadn't surprised her, but it had disappointed her.And she told Kelly so, as she carefully fed and watered the young woman in the stocks."Truly, no one blames you for feeling the way you did, honey, but..." But to act as I did," Kelly finished, "that was crossing a line." Yes, dear one, it was."' Preparations for Thanksgiving were many and involved, in and of themselves, and Tamara found herself getting pulled from household staff to work as one of Margo's assistants. Tamara. Two,” she said. “Inside?” “Yes.” He sighed. “I suppose you had better come along with me.” “Yes,” she said, suddenly fighting the violent urge to pee. She watched as he unbuckled his belt, withdrew it from the loops of his jeans. “Hands in front.” She held her wrists together and he bound her tightly with the leather. “It's better with the belt.” “Yes,” she said. He led Melanie with the belt, pulling her from the sidelines toward a squat athletic office near the bleachers. It looked like. They both groaned at the first stroke of her tongue on Chrisanne’s pussy. A deep and shuddering connection clicked between them. “Jesus…I think you’re trying to kill me,“ Chrisanne’s hand dropped away from her head to clench in the blankets. Her slick pussy lips were meaty and hot under Iris’ tongue, sliding wet and humid, tasting of sex and everything good Iris had ever had. She pressed Chrisanne’s thighs open even wider, reached up to stroke her nipples and twist them while her mouth devoured.