This time it's two sets of feet and the loud hollering of very, very drunk people. She can hear them pause as well when they spot her, as well as a w...ispered discussion as they assess the situation. Sooner then later two hands land on her tits, they squeeze and scrape, nails dragging over her skin as she yowls in protest. A slap to the face as she screams and a hiss telling her to shut the fuck up. She does and the hands are everywhere again squeezing and pinching and scraping, exploring. And to my amazement, i see this blond, blue eyes girl walk in, stands no bigger then 5ft.. 135 pounds, 34b breast and a ass on her that i can see from the front. What can i do? I'm tied up? My daddy sitting there with his dick in his hands, hitting me in the face.. The whole time i'm watching her and she proceeds to walk to us and says " OMG Kara" how does that feel? And all i can let out is a nod and muffle noise.. LOLShe walks up to him, and decides to take off her shorts and clothes. She. ” She dug her nails into his shoulder blades, stopping him mid sentence with a wash of pain. He cried out, caught between torment and ecstasy. “You do want. Your body betrays you, Joscelin.” The whore spoke truth, his brain was flooded with a lifetime worth of pent-up hunger. But oh god he hated himself for it. With a cry of desperation, he grasped her shirt and tore it open violently, exposing the length of her, all taut, glistening smoothness. Gods she was beautiful. How could he have ever. Just so that you know, my usual limit for drinking is two glasses of wine. A third glass will often put me to sleep, but I felt so agitated and excited about tonight I gazed upon my reflection from the mirror. It wasn’t just the wine talking but I couldn’t see anything that I would or could change about my appearance that I felt would improve the look I was going for. The hair, the makeup, the clothes all seemed to be just right. I knew my nipples were very much on display, but I also knew the.