. to get it on!" he exclaimed.And with that said, Jimmy sped away from Ginger's house, driving like speed demon down Division Street.Gigner's pussy wa... juicing in anticipation of getting fucked . . . and hard . . . just like she USED to take it . . . long, long time ago.Ginger was used to being fucked incessantly night and day by her ex-boyfriend, a biker.She often fantasized about being used as a fuck-toy. Jimmy arrived at the abandoned building within 25 minutes. He very calmly got out,. " Chrissy just nodded her head and smiled up at him, "Please do!"Sean leaned down and took Chrissy's left wrist in his hands and tied it to the bedpost with a pair of her old pantyhose. Sean wanted her to be able to move a little bit, but not very much. He wanted to be in complete control. Sean then secured the rest of her limbs firmly to the bedposts and sat back and admired his handy-work. Chrissy arms were opened wide and his eyes were locked on her tits. They weren't the biggest Sean had. Moving in was easy, and up until now, we’d been more or less helper and sick man, but things suddenly seemed to turn around. He sometimes slipped and called me ‘honey,’ or ‘sweetie,’ and even though I knew better and felt that it was only a slip-up on his part, my heart leaped into my throat when he called me that. After I moved in, I found myself doing little things for him, things that I’d never done before, little things to not just make him more comfortable, but also to please him. Like. I would sort out new hardware and help with any problems that the users had, and as Monica was a user of one of the machines I'd felt the sharp edge of her tongue more than once, often because of things she herself had done wrong.One final attack of verbal abuse over the results of another of her mistakes had finally succeeded where most other people had failed, she had managed to make me angry and so I started to plot my revenge, to actual set about 'correcting' her social failings, (OK read.