“I’m sorry…… Mistress Red, you look incredible.” “Good boy, I can see that you’re impressed, what would you like me to do for you?” ...��Oh babe, I mean Mistress, I want you to suck and fuck me.” You come close and lean down, stroking my cock and whispering in my ear, “Too bad….,” you continue stroking me, “but if you’re an obedient boy, I may let you cum.” My cock engorges even more as you jerk me slowly, the veins are distended as you squeeze the base, then bend down and give the head a hard. "Why so long?" I figure that is the length of time a cunt like you wants in the first place. Especially you, Linda, who came all this way from England. Look down at my arm, Linda, check out those dimensions. Thick isn't it? I've measured the thickness of my forearm and it's 4 inches thick! Beyond my elbow, my bicep is 5 inches thick!" I can't take but your hand only, I swear," Linda was gazing down at Helga's arm."Well my little girl, you are going to take a lot more than that today. You came. This fight had the potential to get nasty very quickly, especially if any of the details of my interrogation became public knowledge.I learned from the 6 AM news report stated that Murphy Cox was to be charged with the kidnapping and rape of Caroline and the kidnapping, rape and the murder of Sonya Deerfield last November - complete details would be released at the 11 am press conference given by the Mountain County Prosecutor's office.Courtney was sending me every scrap of newspaper print that. Why do I keep having this dream? Its been reoccurring time and time, night after night with me always awaken after I opened the box and stared at a photo of which always remained a blur.. Its been going on for the past several months with the answers always remaining a mystery like the contents in the box and the object I held in my hands. Everything I asked myself remained mysterious. What is in the box? Where did the box come from? What do I hold in my hands? Why am I drunk even though I.