I draw my hand back until the full ball of my fist has your cunt gaping open wide. I feel your delicate flesh stretching tight around my fist. You are...so close to cumming that you are screaming and begging me to finish you off and make you cum. "PLEASE!!!!".... "PLEASE"!!!!..... MAKE ME CUM!!!!"...... You are screaming outrageously. I rapidly ram my fist in you again and continue my verbal abuse."YOU'RE A PISSWHORE, EMMA", I yell back. "uuggghh"..."Yessss"... "Yes I am", you grunt."YOU"RE A. "Ally nodded and smiled. "By the way, I like the moustache." I had one for years and decided to grow it back," grinned Tyrone, stroking his reborn moustache."There she is," interrupted Ally, as she looked in through the one-way mirror.Margo Simon, wearing an orange jumpsuit and a black navy watch cap was led in by two guards. She lacked any trace of body hair due a physical condition called Alopecia Universalis. Her ankles were shackled. Her wrists were also shackled to a chain around her. One day I finally typed to him, “Fine I’ll meet you today after work.” He was shocked and typed back, “Really?” He made me email him proof of confirmation. Tony was blunt again telling me that he was married and that I should be discreet and to meet him at the bar in the lobby of a hotel a few cities away. He then gave me the time at which he would be waiting. I agreed. He told me that it was just for sex and that was all it was going to be. I told him I understood. The rest of the day blew. Bryana stayed focused on the task at hand, but admitted to herself that his drunken slobber had a certain primal appeal. She took a handful of his hair and pulled him from her breast. In response, he snarled and looked for an instant in his drunkenness that he might strike her for it, but the anger changed to a look of anticipation, wondering what she had in mind. Bryana met met his smoldering gaze with her fierce, heated glare, ‘Stay standing, my prince.’ He dug his fingers into her now.