The only differences to the room of any other young girl was the large, articulated bed, a wheelchair, and some rails mounted on the ceiling. In one c...rner of the room, a complex-looking harness hung from the rails, which snaked around and led into an ensuite bathroom.Sat upright, leaning back against the raised bed, was a sad looking young blonde wearing a purple pyjama top adorned with little butterflies. Even though she was a number of years younger than her older sister, only eleven years. “Please,” she pleaded and closed her eyes.“Come on,” he pushed, moving closer to the tip of his cock was touching the corner of her mouth. Reluctantly, she turned her head and lightly licked the tip. Ray groaned. “Yeah, just like that. . .” She whimpered as he pressed it further into her mouth, climbing on top of her chest to get a better angle. “You like sucking my cock?”“Mmm,” she replied softly. She didn’t know what else to say. She learned last time that it was no use fighting him. He. There was even an ice bucket; quite a luxury. Michael poured aG and T and opened the suitcase. Michael's conscience transitioned andshe began to think of herself as Michele as she stripped naked.She lay out her clothes on the bed and took her little cosmetics kit overto the dresser and began to apply her makeup. She took a damp sponge andapplied generous amounts of foundation to her face and applied thefinishing powder. She rouged her cheeks, carefully applied eyeliner,brushed on eyeshadow. She wrapped her legs around him and held onto him so tight. “Make love to me,” she whispered to him, her lips lingering only inches from his own. Colby held Isobel tightly in his arms as he carried her out of the water. She wrapped her legs around him for support, which drove him even more crazy. The feel of her pussy pressed up against his skin. Colby laid her wet body down on the blanket and kissed her softly, brushing his lips back and forth over her own. Every breath she took poured over.