Her unconscious state might seem to have been the consequences of German military activity. In all honesty, though, Clegg had to confess it was entire...y due to the pad of chloroform he had pressed against her face. Her brown tweed coat fell open as Clegg dragged her wrists behind her back so that he could tie them with the length of cord he had pulled from his pocket. She was still wearing her steel helmet with the letters "ARP" on the front but Clegg noted with satisfaction that she'd. Like Chelsea and I, Chloe and Courtney are both new in Los Angeles.Yeah, that's something else I should mention. Given my reputation asClayton back home in New York, my parents thought it was best to have melive in California for the year to avoid running into anybody I know. Iadmit it felt strange getting off the plane at LAX and having to drive tomy new apartment instead of having a cab pick me up. It seems thatalthough they do have cabs in Los Angeles, everyone here prefers todrive.Chloe. Mom didn't say a word; she never did after that first time, except when I tried to back door her before she told me about her hang-up. She just pulled the sheet off me, pushed my knees down flat and sat herself down on my pecker. She was so wet that I slid right in, as always. When she had thrust herself down on me for three or four strokes, pushing the bush, if you will, she finally leaned forward to kiss me. The muscles of her cunt squeezed my cock. My hands kneaded two of the loveliest tits. “Are you gonna be a good fuck for Daddy?” The Playroom was filled with all sorts of toys, ranging from the intensely pleasurable to the horrendously painful. The blonde was pulled over to a set of wooden stocks, and her wrists and head were secured into place. Her smooth, unscarred back glowed, and her ass was arched invitingly in the air. She was crying now, tears dripping onto the floor, and Master D began stroking her pussy. “Aww, what’s the matter, baby?” Master D crooned. “Not what you.