‘God damn’t Crystal. If you don’t want to talk to me fine, but don’t pull away from your son. He doesn’t understand why momma isn’t spendi...g any time with him anymore.’ I closed my eyes. Closed my eyes against the pain that those words sent through me. I wanted to get up. To go open the door and go to John. Tell him I loved him. Instead I just turned towards the wall ignoring the pounding on the door until Hawk finally gave up and I heard him go back downstairs. The third day I was so. I was excited about being naughty. Knowing I was going to fulfill my craving with a big new cock to play with made me bulge in my panties as I drove to his place. I arrived at my new friends place a little early. He answered the door in a dark Tshirt and jeans that hugged him in all the right places. There was a little chit chat, but we both knew what we wanted. He wanted to fuck me and I wanted to feel a hard cock fill me with cum.so why delay the fun! After kissing me, his hands found my tits. The stacker is a piece of industrial equipment designed to handle heavy and awkward loads. A slave in a transport container is both of those. (8) The equipment also gives Harry and Dr Jordan all-round access to Sarah to prepare her for the journey.The transport container is rectangular, not shaped like a coffin, which is encouraging for the Transportee. It is made from airframe aluminium for strength and is built up in sections: base, sides and lid.The base of the container is covered with. What is this she yelled as I pulled her quickly across the table by her left arm and cuffed her left wrist before she could get away. She lay there with her chest heaving and her firm tits sticking up like ripe melons ready to be squeezed. I'm not sure I'm ready for this type of activity she stated.You lost the bet now you are mine for the weekend as I took another long pull on the whiskey bottle I had brought with me. As I secured her feet to the bottom of the table spreading her as wide as I.