I had proposed on New Year’s Eve. Bronwyn wouldn’t say yes, nor would she say no. Bronwyn’s younger sister is the problem, according to her. If...Gwen could speak, perhaps she would encourage Bronwyn to consider me. Gwen always smiles when she sees me, but she can’t speak. She hasn’t spoken a word, nor made an intelligible sound, since she was trapped for hours in a train wreck three years ago. Gwen’s physical injuries were slight and soon healed, but she seemed to have lost the power, or the. Pulling, yanking me back up she gave me a big long wet tongue kiss inserted well into my mouth, pressing her body firmly against mine, holding me real tight in lieu of passing out with all my strength momentarily gone, gasping frantically to get air around her tongue, puffing rapidly. She rubbed my loose hand up and down the crack of her bottom and noted my pale face with a pinch. She again pulled on my penis with her returned rubbing hand in play and said, “Don’t you like my feel?” Her hand. Make her the submissive in the story and see how she reacts.This was going to be fun!I pressed [send]This is what she sees when she opens my message:I have you standing up, covered in latex. Showing each and every one of your curves.You are covered in latex, from head to toe. Both your arms tied to the ceiling but far apart. Your legs are also tied far apart, just like if you were in a permanent jumping jack position and the only holes you have are for your eyes, nose, mouth and a hole at the. "You were in the room while he was killed? What happened?" asked Dr. Carmichael suddenly.Dusty recounted what happened again to him."So you don't know what it was but you saw this wolf of flame as you called it kill Russell?" asked Dr. Carmichael."Yeah, but I'm still at a loss for why. It didn't make sense why it didn't attack me, but I'm really glad it didn't. I couldn't even hit it with the chair and when I tried a fireball on it, it just absorbed it," said Dusty."YOU WHAT!" said Dr..