He grunted and squirmed. I continued to pull back and push forward, sawing my way through his tight hole, until I could feel his shaking cheeks agains... my hips. I stayed still, trying to let him get used to the feeling. As I felt him starting to loosen up, I patted his back. 'Good boy,' I told him, 'or should I say, good dog? Since you seem to enjoy your collar so much.' No reply. I grabbed his hips tightly, and leaned over him to whisper in his ear. 'I fucking own you. You hear me? Your hole. I immediatelyremoved my flats and stretched my legs out to relax. "Dear," said mymom as she turned around. "You're going to have to learn to be a bitmore discreet when wearing a short skirt or dress. Here, drape thisblanket over your legs so they are covered up at least down to yourknees." As she said that, I looked up and sure enough there was a guywalking down the aisle who seemed to be staring at my legs, so I tookthe blanket and did as my mom asked.We took off shortly thereafter, and. They were astounded when Jim told them that the interest on their loan was so high. The amount he had lent them was growing very quickly and Jason and Sarah knew they had no way of ever getting caught up on it. Sarah had already paid her schooling fee so their was no way they could even pay that amount back to him. Jim then offered Jason and a Sarah a deal. Jim looked over at Sarah who was on the couch with her shirt pulled down tightly over top of her legs. Jim then said, “I will forgo your. On his way he noticed a black Buick sitting across the street from him. The driver was a middle aged man who appeared uninterested in what Chris was doing. But when he saw the buick swing around and begin to follow him he knew that was not the case. Chris drove his car toward the downtown area he was supposed to meet Franks at a diner on the outskirts of the metro area. He looked back in his rear view mirror and noticed the Buick was tailing him not even at a three car distance but right behind.