In fact, I’ll give you some money to buy some more stylish clothes. You said that that Rachel girl had to lend you some dating clothes, and I guess ...hat you might want to dress a little more ‘college girl.’ I just ask you to be responsible, and call me if you need to, you can reverse the charges. And,if you are going to keep seeing him, I expect you to bring him home to meet your family.’ ‘Oh, my God, mom, dad will kill him and lock me away in a closet.’ ‘If he’s a decent and respectable young. Time to let the world know who I was."It was really easy, Charlie. You see, I'm Rock Stone. I'm also Issabella, and Wiley B. Smiley. I'm a one man shop."That surprised even him into silence. Then the blond laughed. "You really expect us to believe it? You are three of the most successful writers of the last two decades?" You're a journalist, Miss Andrews. I don't expect you to take anything at face value, that would be pretty naive, for a pofessional, now wouldn't it? Do what you're supposed to. It wasn’t a up and down movement, but more of a back and forth. Each time she slid forward, her clit would rub against the base of my dick. ‘Do it Tracey, fuck me. Ride me hard.’ I whispered roughly to her. ‘Open your eyes and look at us. We’re both naked on the boat in the middle of the lake. The sun is shining and you’re on top of me fucking me.’ ‘Unnnhhhhhhh,’ she moaned, as the realization of what we were doing turned her on even more. She reached back with her right hand and lightly. And so her thoughts raced until something cold and hard smacked her in her upper back. The key! Finally, she could release herself and ...she couldn't reach the key. No matter how hard she twisted or turned her hands, the key was barely out of reach. All Sophie succeeded in doing was feeling the ball push her internal organs around and her aching pussy clench painfully around the pole. She resumed her crying in earnest this time, struggling desperately to reach the key. Unfortunately.