Before pulling up his panties, I take ahold of his cock. Stress has diminished its size, but it’s still imposing. I can’t help pumping it a few ti...es. Its tip is almost as wet as my crotch.“I ask again: how do you feel?” I say as I let go of the dick and cover his butt with his panties. “Get creative but remember that there is a right answer.”“I feel humiliated,” the young man replies. “Like I’m being used.”“That’s exactly what you are. But those are actions done to you. I wish to know what. Suddenly she said stop.Dad stopped, his cock still fully inside her. She released her legs from around him. Slowly he stepped away, her face telling the story of an orgasm halted in full flow, but her eyes were locked on mine, she was staring at me my naked body, still in full view. Mom whispered something in dad’s ear, his cock slipped from between her legs, it looked engorged, the head was a dark red colour, the little slit at the top looked wide open, her juices that had soaked him,. A blow to the side of his head made his ears ring. 007 stumbled and tried to kick his assailant’s legs out from under him, but the man dodged his kick and landed another blow to Bond’s head that made him see black. ———- When Bond came to his senses, he discovered his hands, arms, and legs were all bound impossibly tight underneath his torso. He was lying face down with butt in the air on a table. He had freedom of movement to roll off the table but it would result in plunging 3 feet down onto. Steve and Alyssa sprinted through the long grass as they approached the jungle. Arrows began to fly past them, impaling the trees in front. They carried on running, ignoring Thomas’ calls. Leaves crunched under their feet as they went deeper into the woods. More arrows covered the tree trunks around them. Steve and Alyssa began to pull away from their pursuers as the undergrowth began to get thicker. Thomas yelled at the top of his voice as he lost sight of his targets. None the less, he.