My family...arghhh....mywhole body trembled as the possible consequences sank in. I went to thebedroom too scared to even look at my computer, lay on ...he bed and staredat the ceiling hoping beyond hope that it would all just go away.The next day, sick with fear, I did what I knew I had to do, sooner orlater. I logged on to my computer. Facebook...'incorrectpassword'....email...'incorrect password'...messenger...'incorrectpassword'. I felt the colour drain from my face. He'd done it, he'dchanged. Imagine and Taste his dirty Cock. Taste the bitter Sweet Taste of, piss, smegma and cum.Imagine and feel his hand on your head, pushing you down. His Cock hitting the back of your troath.Imagine and smell his musky public Hair.Imagine and hear him moan and calling you a dirty cocksucking Faggot.He keeps forcing your head up and down his cock. Each time a little faster and a little harder until he is practically r****g your Faggot mouth.Imagine how you are dressed like a dirty rubber Faggot. But I really think you would try to make it into a trap of some sort. Could I trust you, Michelle? If I agreed to speak with you, would you try to trap me." I'm not sure I know how to answer that M. If you think about it, we are on opposite sides here. It's my job to catch you and put you away for your crimes." Forever, she thought viciously. And hopefully some big muscle bound guy named Bubba would take a fancy to you and make you his bunk buddy girlfriend."Hmm, I'll have to think about that.. You come?" Zoe was transfixed by the diamond ring and blinked. "And if she says no, I'll let you have it," he teased.Zoe's hands were shaking, and she put it back down on the table. I asked him why he carried it around with him, and he chortled, replying that Emma was cleaning his house while he was away and didn't want her to find it. "I'll come," she whispered hoarsely and passed the ring box to him. "You gonna tell Mum?" She won't come," Neil told her and ordered us dessert wines with our.