I was tired of John and being his punching bag every day.What could I do? I could not tell my parents, as I would be known as alittle baby that cries ...o his mom. I could not fight him, as it wouldmean that I would need a bus to hit him. It would take me years to trainand be strong enough to lift a bus. Moving to another school would be anoption, but I bet there was a John in every school. It seemed like therewas no hope!My twin sister came in to me and asked why I was crying. I threw a pillowat. My tongue massaging your cock as i go deeper and deeper. i want this to feel amazing for you.Stranger: i run my hands up your thighs and keep the pace up, looking up at you making sure youre enjoying itYou: "Oh my God Sam you are incredible!" I'm staring down at you in disbelief that something so amazing and taboo is happening. I start humping back at you as the feeling is so intenseYou: I start pulling your head back against my cock hoping to make you gag on it a little. "You are the best. Please, daddy, fuck me. I want all 8 inches of you rammed into me. He positioned his dick to the opening of her slit and drove his entire length into her with one hard thrust. Kelly almost couldnt keep herself from screaming in delight, but she shoved her face into his chest and he held it there for a few more hard thrusts, to keep her quiet. You like this, dont you Kelly? Aaahhhhh, Yes. Baby… You feel so good Dallas slowed down to give Kelly some time to breath, but quickly started to pound. I was getting weaker and my mental state was deteriorating, due mainly to the lives I could see dying and could not save. As I have mentioned, one day Melissa hid my suit and stopped me from leaving the house. My parents were worrying about me so much, they could see me fading more and more. Melissa tired to explain that even though the business was hers, I was really trying my best as a friend to make it work and was working too hard. Melissa informed them it had gone too far, and said she was.