M. and pressed the send button on my cell-phone.The message was delivered almost as soon as it left my cell-phone. I could feel my heart-beat increasi...g at once. I began to wait for her reply. She slept in the same bed as my mother did. What if she showed this message to my mother? Somehow I didn’t see any possibility of her showing that message to my mother. It was my gut feeling. Sending her a message was a risk needed to be taken with a view to making her realize I was interested in. After putting his penis in my mouth for a minute or so, he got on top of me and put it in. He didn’t do anything to get me turned on and it hurt a bit. That surprised me since he was nowhere near as big as you are. After a couple of minutes, it was over, and he left.It was such a disappointing experience. I just hope that this doesn’t cause you to think any less of me. The experience made me realize a few things. Alcohol isn’t my thing; I would never have sex with him had I not been drunk. The. As I tried to speak to the driver, a man materialized from behind us. He’d been lying down in the cargo space behind the passenger seats, and he was holding a gun near Trudy’s head. He calmly ordered me to hand over my gun, and while he held his gun on us, another man sat up back there and made his way around the end of the short passenger seat to frisk all four of us. Trudy hadn’t brought her gun, and Tom and Annette never had any guns, so the search didn’t produce anything except cell phones,. I rolled onto my back and tried to kick Tonya’s hand off my ankle. She changed tactics and instead of trying to grab my left ankle, she started to tickle the sole of my captured right foot!“Oh my God! ... Don’t tickle me! ... heeeheeeheee! ... I’m a grown woman! ... heeeheee haaa haaa!” I begged, losing the will to fight and just wiggling my foot to try to get it away from Tonya’s fingernails.“Tie her hands for now, so we can get Mrs. Gleason!” I heard Debbie say. I was too busy with Tonya to.