” I pressed the knife harder against his flesh. I could feel his pulse throbbing up the blade and into my hand, the frantic beat of his life. “So ...ou have a choice. Let her kill you, or surrender to me.”His jaw set.I moved around him, keeping the dagger placed against his throat. I let it slide, cutting into flesh above his trachea. The outer layer of his skin parted, blood flowing. I let him feel the promise of death as I moved before him. He was ready to die. He was prepared for it.I knelt,. Placing her finger against it she announced ‘Here it is, come and see Evelyn.’ Evelyn crawled over and gazed at this new discovery. ‘Can I feel it?’ she said removing Winifred’s finger and replacing it with her own. ‘Your slit is so wet Alana, did you wet yourself?’ ‘No, not that I know of’ replied Alana wriggling her bottom wantonly so that she could derive the greatest contact with Evelyn’s finger. ‘I do believe that you are getting wetter by the second. It’s coming out of your little nook.’. The men were very friendly and wished me a warm welcome to the neighborhood. I was starting to feel really good about our new neighbors. It did strike me as a bit unusual that it was the men working in the kitchen and the ladies lounging in the living room, but what the hell--it's not 1950 anymore. We all grabbed trays with either food or drinks and headed down the hall. As we neared the living room, I noticed the unmistakable aroma of cigar smoke. I was glad that smoking would be allowed--I. He made me to sit on bed and came near to me. His dick is positioned in front of my face.He asks me to suck it. I resist. I do not want to take his dick in my mouth. He is rubbing his dick on my lips I feel the hotness of his hard dick he tries to insert dick in my mouth. He asks me to open my mouth but I did not. He keeps rubbing his dick on my lips and inserts one finger inside my mouth. He is moving finger in and out. Now he is trying to insert his dick with finger. I resist taking his dick.