Her hips moved in perfect synch with his thrusts. Soft, long-nailed fingers drifted lovingly over his chest and shoulders. Her soul poured out to him ...hrough her smoky green eyes as he took possession of her. As she gyrated on his throbbing, thrusting shaft she whispered, “Yours.”“Mine, my little fucktoy,” he snarled. His words sent a shudder of pleasure through her flesh. Her inner walls clasped his shaft, milking it, pulling it deeper. Her juices eased his passage to. " Good things, I hope?" VERY good things! The best things! And then it got almost unbearably exciting when I heard Mother screaming her ass off. I figured you were fucking her GOOD if she was making that much of a racket. I was sooooo tempted to sneak halfway down the stairs and peek into the living room from there. But I remember the whole Thai restaurant incident with Christine, and how you're not exactly keen on me spying on you without permission-"He huffed, "To say the least!" Right. So I. "Then you could still go out. Because, I mean, if only one of you got adopted, that'd just be too weird." Ryan laughed. "It would at that. I guess I'm glad we are where we are, then." "Still, he'll have to meet them sometime." "Yeah, I know. They know I'm seeing him; Evan let it slip not long after the gig at the 9:30." "He let it slip? Were you hiding it?" "No, not really. I just didn't want to deal with them. Dad has no interest in whether I'm dating, and Mom thinks every guy I see is husband. I guess she thought the rope or leash would break butit didn’t. I reached for the rope and jerked it hard.The ratchet clicked three more times and now she waschoking herself with her own fingers. I again waitedfor a few seconds before walking over, grabbing thecollar and pushing the key into the lock. The collarimmediately loosened and Jill sucked in air in greatgasps. Her hair was disheveled and her lipstick wassmeared but she still looked great. “Do you understand now?” I.