..hemma!! melb!! heb ib ovv he!!! MELB!!!? Chapter Eight:?ok, i get it now, swing it forward first THEN flick my wri..OUCH!?Chapter Nine:?hi Miss I...a, how are you! no, no, seriously, no, i, i’m not ‑ i promise, sis, nothing! look, see, i’m not holding anything!! really!!! um.... p‑pocket? n‑n‑n‑n‑nothing.... well, um, nothing important...um, um, um, well, ye‑es, i, i did get a new remote.......sigh.....yes, Miss Iza, i know, left one first.?Chapter Ten:?hi jenna, um, how are you sis? . Until..." Until what?" Until we were messaging one night and ... well, I got really turned on. She wanted to show me her boobs, completely ... not with her nipples covered by her hands or ber bra. And I wanted to see them. So, she sent a picture of her fully exposed tits and I opened it." And I suppose you jerked off while you looked at it?" Yes, Brooke! My wife won't dress sexy for me. My wife won't tease me or act playfully with me. So ... I'm genuinely sorry ... I really am ... But I happen. They threw a couple of ropes over the rafters and hung the conduit about shoulder height.Juan took off her gag. She started screaming. “Help. Help. Help.Nobody gonna hear you, fucking hag. Scream Bitch. Beg. The gangbangers were laughing.“MY SHOULDERS, ARMS I FEEL LIKE I AM TORN APART. SOMEONE HELP ME.”“SOMEONE PLEASE”Juan took off her blindfold. When she saw all the brute around her she becamehysterical. They wore their gang colors, tat’s crazy hair cuts. They just lookedthe look, bad. I had never had more than 2 of my fingers inside of me. There was just no way I could take getting tag-teamed in my tight ass for my first experience...or so I thought.I had told "my owner" (I call him that because I never asked his name, and he never told me), all of these fantasies...insisting I wanted to live them out. He seemed very unimpressed and very in-charge whenever he responded to me. He talked down to me like I was a little girl. He pretty much demanded that we meet at a hotel,.