"I was trying to calm her down. She pulled me into the bedroom and on tothe bed. She kept saying"Make me clean. Make me clean again."I started to get ...ndressed but all I got off was the coat and she pulledme down on top of her. She was almost frantic. Her hands were pushing medown to her pussy and she kept saying "Make me clean."I started kissing my way down her sweatshirt. I nibbled at her nipplesthru the material but it was having no effect on her. She kept thepressure on the top of my head. Then, without warning, he started to slam himself in and out of my pussy like a fucking jack-hammer. I could feel my eyes fly wide open, my breath catch in my throat. I started to cum again, and couldn't contain myself. "Oh, GOD!" I screamed. "Oh god, I"m cumming.. too hard.. too much.. Oh.. God, T. Please.. no more.. no more.. I'll go crazy.. Please.. no... OHHHHH!" Screaming, my head collapsed to the cushion on the sofa, my cheek against the supple leather while T used my pussy to pleasure. Every chance I get I slide my hands up and down her body, feeling up her breasts a little. As the drink kicks in, she starts to be less and less cautious about her body, as she moves to the beat of the music. At one point people start treating it like a show, giving her the center of the stage. Her body was in display, with her dress barely held up. Sameer made sure to record her as people come in to dance with her and feel her up. Before someone can do too much though I remove her from the. As I turned towards his bed, in his hand was something I had not seen for four years.“This belongs to you,” Holding out the letter Emma wrote.“I threw it away,”“I saved it for you,”I dropped everything and took it from his hand, just staring at it. He started to make his way out of the cell. I sat on the edge of my bed while I was still staring at it. I turned it over and started to open the envelope. I removed the paper inside, unfolded it and began to read, Dear Jack, I would like to start.