She’s mine; all mine.“You can get off her, Ellie,” I smile to my sadistic girlfriend, “she’s not going to fight us anymore.”LAURIEI love a...controlling man. I love a man who takes charge of the situation, and imposes his will on me. Usually, that means I like it when a man gets too worked-up and just takes me, but now, I know what it really means: I’m a submissive whore. Tom imposed his will on me, my own brother, and here I am, with his cock seven-inches in my ass, moaning for him while I. "What the hell?" You mutter, panic beginning to set in. "I've got... got to get out of here," you say, turning and trying to run from your room but you find you can't move. You feel yourself being lifted from the floor, toward the roof. You brace yourself as you prepare to hit the roof but to your surprise you pass right through the wood. You feel yourself being pulled into the cool air, blinded by the intense light which seems to be everywhere and getting brighter all the time.Suddenly you're. From the time of college she had wanted to have sex with a girl and she had also found Mansi to be sexy and had masturbated thinking about her more than a few times. She liked her lucious breasts and wanted to suck them dry and she knew Mansi wanted to have sex with her as well. She could deduce this in the way Mansi used to look at her body. So in the evening she called Mansi in her trim and said,"hey Mansi " Mansi greeted her back and asked her why she had been called. Neelam replied,"Mansi I. I had tried on a pair of tan dress pants that I thought I would like. The young thirty something lady who does the measurements was doing the cuffs. when she suddenly ran her hand up my leg and touched the shaft of my cock. She told me that I should perhaps get some pants that were not as tight. I have a rather large cock and it was straining the pants I had chosen.she made a point of running her hand up and down my cock to make the point. She said " I will give you some pants that are not as.