" I tried but she turned her back on me, and would have left the room if she could have reached the door handle."Well I want to talk if you don't" I s...ggested, "So come and lie on the rug and we'll have a little chat," I grabbed her collar and dragged her to the small patch of filthy carpet between my filthy sofa and my work stained coffee table.She grunted and squealed and on an impulse I lifted her bodily onto the sofa, she sort of sighed and visibly relaxed."Now Piggy Pig," I addressed her,. He hears her moan and squeezes her throat tighter, making sure to cut off her air.“now now… no breathing when my cock is in you”She shoves her pussy down as far as it will go, keeping the pace hard and fast. She rides him hard till the need to breath starts to overcome her.He works his cock deeper and harder into her, squeezing harder as he feels his cock starting to swell. He pushes her down using her throat, no longer giving her the option of rising as he stares into her eyes.She begins. By the time Aaron put Betsy to bed, she was just a year old, and he was very worn out. And very confused on how to deal with a little kid. " God, I'm a 16 year old guy" he muttered to himself as he went to bed early as well, " not some baby-sitter." As soon as his head hit thepillow, he was asleep. By the morning, Betsy was nothing more than an infant, waking Aaron up with her crying. " Oh God" he said, seeing the crying baby on the bed that had been his Mom just a short time before. " We'll. Rick's eyes followed up her firm legs and round hips, Melissa appeared every inch an athlete. Around her middle was some sort of a corset made out of leather like material. This served to amplify her already impressive bust line. The material clung so tight that Rick could clearly see the outline of her pussy between her legs and her nipples pressed against the rubber."Going to the fetish ball?" Risk asked as he unashamedly admired the woman. "Not that I'm complaining." Funny. Here's yours.".