.Knowing there was nothing he could do but make himself as comfortableas he could in here, Mikey slumped to the floor and started to cry.)))===> 7. ON... CURE FOR CHILD MOLESTING.Frank locked the closet. His little prisoner could holler all he wantedto in there, it had an extra heavy soundproof door, with a one-sidedlock he'd installed for the specific purpose of holding someonecaptive. The kid pounded on it pretty good for a while but didn't carryon nearly as much as Frank had expected. As if he. She moans loudly and says “NO,NO”. I slide in more inches, I have her by the legs now and start to work my fat cock into her very tight pussy. After several strokes I bottom out. She is still begging me to stop but that is not happening. I start to fuck her underage pussy, making her take it more and more. I have her legs pushed back with her knees by her sides, I love how flexible little girls are. I have full access to the tender pussy and I am fucking it. Now she is liking it and is. What could I use as a lube? I thought. The best I could think of was some Olive Oil from the kitchen. I walked into the kitchen only to find Jazz cowering in the corner looking out through the kitchen window at the still raging storm. I stood there for a moment, buck naked with my dick pointing skywards. Feeling desperately sorry for what Jazz was going through, and what she’d just seen I didn’t feel that there was anything other to do than put my arms around her and comfort her, I walked over. The furniture is sparse and looks to be home made by hands more used to other work. Even in the dim lighting his keen eyes have no trouble seeing what lies before him. On the floor in front of the fireplace is a dark bearskin rug. He pulls the hood of his cloak off revealing his wet blonde hair running down his back under the cloak. With the hair being pressed down by the weight of the water his pointed ears are clearly visible if the were anybody to see. He removes his cloak and hangs it on a.