"I just turned eighteen a week ago. What do I do now that you've destroyed my clothes? I can't go home naked! My parents would kill me. They'd think I...was a slut.", she wailed. "Who said you were ever going home again?", I leered. Stacie's eyes overflowed with tears and she sobbed at the realization that her parents would never see her again. "W-W-What are you going to do with me now?", she stammered, before I gagged her into muffled silence again. I left her there tightly bound, as I. You stop and stand and turn telling me to stay where I am and don’t move. You push my legs together and move back to sit on me in a reverse cowgirl. My cock is straight up hard as steel and pointing into your pussy. You slowly move down onto the tip and reach under to hold my cock and rub your clit with my head…you are now using my cock as your own private dildo….I watch as you swirl the tip across your clit and over your pussy lips. You position it just right and take a breath. I watch as you. Jason looked down at her. His hands played with her long hair, once again curled to perfection. Her hands went to his balls playing with them. He absolutely loved the way she sucked on him. He began to fill the room with his own moans of pleasure.He grabbed her by the hair and pulled her up to him. She laid on him, kissing him. They both smiled as they kissed, and his hands wandered her body, he was so in love with her tiny figure, especially now knowing she was carrying his child. Gracie. Finally Suzanne had had enough, and she pushed her way through the crowd and grabbed Kelly by the arm and pulled her out of the ballroom. She took Kelly into the ladies' room and sat the very disheveled but unrepentant Kelly down and gave her a stern lecture."What in the hell is going on?" Suzanne said. "First, you go out and flirt with every man in the place, goading your husband till he's forced to spank you in front of the entire wedding reception. Then, what's worse, you actually seemed to.