I tried to move but my legs was jelly and my heart was pounding all i could do was lay flat out on the bed and try and slow my heart.I finally got up ...nd went to the bathroom to fix my make-up he rammed half of in the bed and my hair. That way i was still pretty. MY ass was on fire and i was loveing it.I backed up to the mirror to make sure i wasn't bleeding and that it was still pretty.and i had perfect hand prints on both ass cheeks.Thats a first.But i was still in one piece and got some. Terry had his hands on her breasts.I guess he is a TIT man. Barry and Tom ran their hands over her pussy.We wrote in marker on her thighs, slap here, MILF meat.We were in no hurry. She wasn’t going anywhere. LOLLots of crying, mumbling, begging.Pretty funny tho, she mentions her Do-gooder work.Like I really give a fuck? More BULLSHIT. WE COULD WHATEVER THE FUCK WE WANTED – OH YEATom was fascinated by her clit. It was a good sized MILF clit. She moaned a lot when he squeezed it, fingered. " She did so. She saw that the strap that went through the buckle gizmo had plastic teeth not unlike a zipper. "It's a ratchet system. It should be easy to close single handedly. Try it." She squeezed the cuff a little and, as he said, the strap slid in with a few clicks. When she tried to pull it apart, it wouldn't budge. He saw her try and reached for the box on the table. "Try again," he said as he pushed the button. As he did so, the light changed from red to green and the buckle made a. "You there kid!" I shouted at a blonde boy just a few years younger thanme. "I need help! Go get Master Ronaldo!" I know better to bite morethan I could chew. I'm not arrogant and I know when something is tootough for me. The kid and a few others ran off. The rest were fixed onthe fight.Dorian would swing and I would block. A few of our swipes would connect.Our clothes were torn. Dorian gleefully smiled when a swipe of his sworddrew blood from my arm. I grimaced a bit in pain, but I still.