“Yes, you’re probably right about that, too. My apologies.”"So do you know who - ”“I’m so sorry. Could you hold on for a second?”Willow ...at up. “Oh. Wait, I - ”He hung up.Her jaw still slack, she frowned. “What the hell?”She regarded the phone in her hand once more, tilting her head towards her shoulder. After a long moment, she set it down, pushed it to the corner of the table, then settled back in her seat and resumed checking her own phone.As she scanned her messages, her eyes wandered from. The next day was a nervous one for me. I went through the day dreading what was probably going to happen that night. Dinner came and went with nothing said, however. Later when I was in my room I held my breath every time the phone would ring. I didn't venture near my window. The night came and went with nothing being said though. I started to breathe a little easier. Maybe she hadn't seen me after all but I couldn't see anyway that she wouldn't have.The next night, after nothing had still been. And you screamThe instant that tender lips are met by the wet touch of a tongue, licking, teasing at your entrance, your body arches against your bonds, and your eyes though covered pops open with the darkness. You moisture now flows freely, coaxed into a rivulet by the probing tongue. It pushes at them, teasing them open and they obeyYou moan and rock your body, thrashing against your bonds...why?why won’t it go deeper, your lips open in welcome yet the tongue chooses to graze the outsides,. If I showed any sign of being more gentle or slowing down, she would beg me to keep doing what I was doing. And that made me do everything I could to make her beg. It was incredible listening to a 10-year old beg for sex rather than toys. The fact that she was begging me to fuck her ass, and fuck it hard, made it even better. I alternated between slowing down to make Sarah beg and slamming my cock in and out of her ass as quickly as I could. Each time I picked up the pace, Sarah started gasping.