Clutching, he groped at it, fondled my the once soft pink nipple between his middle and pointer, pinching it like a clamp and pulling until I moaned f...om it. I was his pain slut all of a sudden. He massaged my cum over my asshole again, and then grunted as he reached back. Another trickle of cum hadn't spilled out of me yet, and I bit down on my lip as I heard him complaining through a scoff, “Why the hell haven’t you came more? Fuck that, I’m fuckin’ my bitch now.” He drew his fingers away. ‘Grab on,’ he whispered as lifted her to his chest. Charlie snaked her arm around his neck. She hated this feeling of being helpless. It was too kidlike. She rested her head on his shoulder. ‘Get the bowl too.’ Nathan leaned her forward, so she could grab the bowl of supplies from the counter. She rested it her lap. Nathan moved through the house, being careful that he didn’t hit her head on any walls or knock anything over with her feet. Considering he had carried her upstairs on a couple. My nipples became taut, aching to be rubbed and pinched.Pulling myself to the surface of the water I took in a lung full of air. Sighing in pleasure, I began swimming laps, enjoying the water caressing my exposed flesh. After an hour of intense swimming I pulled my lean body from the pool. Padding over to one of the sun chairs I sprawled out, allowing the heat from the sun to glide over my body, heating even the most intimate of places. Closing my eyes, I allowed myself to relax. **** Hearing. " Renee opened the magazine and three 8x10 glossies fell into her hands. Each was autographed and personalized. They just said, 'To Brian, from Heaven.' There was a little heart drawn before the 'from.' I really didn't know what to make of it, but they were beautiful pictures. The first one was an intense close-up portrait with her incredible smile just lighting up the page. The other two showed her in a couple different dresses walking down a runway in a fashion show. The wall behind had.