I hated it! I still hate it. But I can't stop. I sometimes try tofight, but it only makes it worse. I have to do it.That wasn't enough for him. I...started doing whatever he said withoutquestion. I filled his car with gas, ran errands for him, straight outgave him cash. Then he finally asked me to give him a hand job.I wasn't gay! I wouldn't do something like that! But I did before Ieven realized what I was doing. I even cleaned it up for him with myshirt."That was pretty good," he. F’s sister she also knew of my relationship with her sister, she supports it as she respects me and we were family friends and travel is 12hrs,now coming back to the story, our train started still now i was having high respect for because as a single women she managing her family and his useless husband debt as well ,When we were settling our luggage she was pending to stuff her luggage under her birth while doing so her navel is visible and some hairy linings downwards i can’t take my eyes off. One of them would fuck him while the other would sit in the chair by the bed and wait for their turn to be fucked.When Janice and Marilyn left the motel room that night after almost three hours of non-stop fucking by Joseph, Janice knew that she had most definitely been well fucked. As far as I know this was the only time that this man ever fucked Janice. I am sure that had there been the opportunity for Janice to fuck him again, Janice definitely would have taken it. Janice marveled at the. Robbie had her hogtied, lying face down on the bed. He had a length of rope about ten feet long, one end of which ended in a crude noose around her neck. The rope ran down her body to the end of the bed, then traveled back under the bed, forming a pulley that ended in Robbie’s hands. Every time he pulled, the rope dug into Chrissy’s neck and she couldn’t breath. He was making her give him a blowjob, allowing her to breath only when she sucked. Her pretty face was streaked with tears.They both.