No one can put their husband in something like that." After allowingjust enough time to visibly relax, she concluded with, "Now get inthere." You jus... said you couldn't do that to me." No. I said I couldn't do it to my husband. But that's not who you are.Not any more. Now you're just a sorry sissy. And on top of that, abratty one. Even now you're trying to tell me what I can and cannot doto you. Typical brat behavior. So shut up and get into your personalspace." Or," Rod offered, "keep. It needs to have blood-stained cum dried on it. Paula will have a lot up inside her that will make sure there is plenty of still gooey blobs oozing out of her to mix with the blood from her popping her cherry. Your cover story is that the two of you were about to get the last round of drugs that would have you fucking like rabbits without noticing anything else around you. Before that happened, they snatched you two up early. The two of you couldn’t keep your hands off each other. Both of you. That night Karen found it uncomfortable sleeping on her stomach, her breaststhrobbed when her weight was on them. Unable to continually sleep on her backshe eventually slid over in the bed and allowed her breasts to hang free inthe cutout holes. This position, she realized, felt much better and soon itwas the only position which afforded her sleep. The next morning Karen madeher final milking as instructed before her next stretching exercise was totake place. She was not at all looking forward. ”“I don’t want exotic sports cars, and my cars are both amazing,” I explained. “Some people around here could total a bulldozer driving across a perfectly flat piece of land. My car looks like a piece of shit, so not even those who have cars held together with duct tape and rivets will park near me. They don’t have a clue that the person who gave it to me used the dented, rusting metal to hide the reinforced titanium alloy body, frame, and panels inside the doors. The engine doesn’t even run.