Looking up I saw her flat belly, then her breasts framing her face, eyes closed and head thrown back a little. I moved my head so I could slide the ti... of my tongue inside of her, and she rocked her hips forward slightly letting me slide in a little easier.Soon Linda was gasping and moaning as I was tasting her wetness, sliding my tongue between her opening and her clit. She had her hands moving from my head and shoulders, trying to hold herself upright as I was building up her pleasure more. The thin cotton dress was still the only clothing Charity wore. To fend off the cold, Evelyn had cut a hole in one of the blankets, and given it to her to wear, poncho style for when they reached the higher, and colder altitudes. Apart from this, Charity had her pitifully few possessions tied in another blanket which she hoisted over one shoulder. Evelyn picked up her rucksack and slipped her arms through the shoulder straps. Adjusting her shoulders to get the heavy pack comfortable she picked. The boy couldn't be much more than eight but he was developed nicely. Enough that he looks just like a miniature little man. Strong shoulders and a flat tummy but still with those big pubescent green eyes that sparkle with innocence. A little man destined for abuse.What really keeps drawing Eyes' attention though is his wet crotch. His soaked shorts cling enticingly to his body, which maddeningly outlines his sexuality. Eyes lustfully and cruelly stares at his little package that he is sporting. ..and have your way with her, huh?" N-No, please, Oh Master save me!" Who, that old bastard? Nah, he'll be sleeping in like always. Probably won't even answer the phone. Listen." He dials a number on a cellphone, and somewhere inside the house, the corresponding phone rings...And rings...And rings...And goes to voice mail."Hey old bastard! I found your slave girl, she's chained up in your back yard! Better come stop me!" There's a chirp as he hangs up, then the phone drops by her head. "if he.
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