"So, you went to Chrystal Heights," she said, "and you were home free then, right?"Lulu laughed. "Hardly," she said. "Chrystal Heights is ... differen...." Different?" said Annabelle. "I'm sure it is, but I would think it was better than Emerald Lake." Perhaps. At any rate, I drove as fast as I dared. I had no idea how long it would take Lester to figure out that I had fled. I was hoping also to gain time by the fact that he had no sure idea where I was going. Chrystal Heights wasn't a logical. She began moaning and panting, while her juices flowed so freely that they slid down to soak and stain her panties at her ankles. When she came, she came three times in rapid repetition, tiny orgasms that nearly made her collapse. Right then, balls deep inside a woman that I had never met before in my life, whose name I still didn’t know, I shot my load perilously close to her cervix ... if she was fertile, she would be knocked up for certain.“Pleasure to meet you, Mrs..., “ I alluded to her. She smiled, as if satisfied.To me, Amelia was a different person now. It was like John Bishop, a close friend in my teens. He’d been tough and daring, game for anything. Yet, one incident exposed his homophobia; a nasty trait I’d never been aware of. From that moment on, everything he did was shed in a new light; his behavior no longer tough, but mean-spirited and bigoted. I’d dropped him like a hot potato. Amelia had changed. My awareness of her sensuality had forever altered my perception of. Eventually I was able to open my eyes and I came face-to-face with the camera that had been filming me. I jumped and just then a moist towel was clamped onto my face and darkness fell again. I woke up some hours later, tied to the chair again and this time, my room was lit and there was a television in front of me. My Russian was sitting next to it, waiting for me to wake up. Now that I had awoken, he grinned slightly. "I hope you slept well, little one. Now, I have a special gift for you. Your.