His heavy hand slipped onto my bottom so casually, but firm and confidant knowing for sure that I was easy meat tonight. Derek said he did not want to...waste more time. He pulled me close against his muscular chest and he kissed me, open mouth kisses. I felt my cunt starting to get wet as his heavy hands unzipped my black dress and pushed me onto my knees over the carpet. He ordered me to suck his cock. He whispered those words as I felt his hand on the top of my head, pushing me down. He. Her tall Italian boots had gone walking and left a pair of white "Mary Janes" in their place to catch the wiggling toes that hovered now above them.By the time Sara put down her last crayon and declared her masterpiece finished, the magic seemed to have finished its work on Sara and her room. She was the five-year-old girl her true spirit had always been only now she had the body, the room, and no doubt the life she'd been denied before.Sara smiled at the picture and then looked over at Maggie. For the first time in six days Anita was sitting on a chair and having her dinner from a platter or for an instance of her own hands. For the past few days she became used to be on her fours and gulping down with her tongue, that too only milk and chapattis. Not only had she enjoyed the dinner today she loved it, after a long time something which can be called food. At the dinner table she also met Julie’s parents they were a nice bloke at least thought Anita. Se couldn’t imagine how a brat. Similar to a large kennel, I can hear steps nearing me, crunching of dirt as I realize the cool earth beneath my palms as I push myself up. I walk to the wall of the cage gripping the links trying to peer towards the sounding steps. I catch a glimpse of myself in a nearby mirror and look. Almost in shock as I stand there bare skin, hair messed, even see leaves caught in it as there’s visible dirt imprinted along my flesh. I stare a few more moments in disbelief as a tall figure approaches the.