“This belongs to you,” Holding out the letter Emma wrote.“I threw it away,”“I saved it for you,”I dropped everything and took it from his ...and, just staring at it. He started to make his way out of the cell. I sat on the edge of my bed while I was still staring at it. I turned it over and started to open the envelope. I removed the paper inside, unfolded it and began to read, Dear Jack, I would like to start off by apologising for what I have put you through the last few weeks. It was very. I pulled back with a whine and begged him “Please, Sir, please keep touching me!” I’d have yelled it off of a rooftop if that would make him touch me again.He didn’t put his fingers inside me again or his tongue on my clit, but he rose his hand to my throat and pushed me back onto the couch. I’m breathing as fast as my heart is beating, silently willing him to ravage me as I hoped he wanted to. “Are you going to be a good girl?” He asks me, his lips just grazing my jawline. “What makes a girl. Little did she know for what. After a second, then third drink, she could not get the girl out of her mind. She had never obsessed over anything in her life, but something about this lithe young woman was pulling at her mind like a like a lightbulb pulls at a moth. She wondered if she was ok after being obviously nearly traumatized at losing control of herself. She wondered what she may be doing. She didn’t have to wonder for too long. A rap on the door startled her. She parted the. While peeing I thought I had found a good friend even if I didn't fuck her. I washed my hands and when I went out ... she was only in her underwear. The thongs formed a great small and tight ass. My cock got up immediately, and I still didn't know if I was dreaming or if it was the reality. She walked over to me and took off my pants. My penis popped like a springboard in front of her face. Her eyes lit up, and in seconds mine would do the same. She licked it and started to blowjob me. After.