‘No,’ the woman said with a little heat. ‘I can’t come home. I love you but he’s still there. I can’t live with him. I just can’t. I’d...rather starve. Please try to understand.’ What about her baby? Her next comment told me that I wasn’t the only one asking that question. ‘I don’t have much of a choice, do I?’ she said bitterly. ‘As soon as he’s born I’ll take him to the fire station or give him up for adoption. I don’t want to, but I can’t afford to keep him. He deserves better than me,’ she. "Lisa gently took hold of my imprisoned penis. The tip of my gland wastrying to force its way out of the small slit in the end of the cockcage, but only the very most sensitive tip of my gland could push itsway through. Lisa saw this and, while holding the cock cage firmly, sheflicked her thumb over the tip of my manhood.I felt a shudder ripple through my body. My breathing was quicklybecoming ragged as I trembled at her touch.She kissed the tip of the cage, her lips brushing lightly over. Youre going to fucking let me go! Laughter boomed over the speaker. Let you go? No. But yes, there will be fucking. So shut your mouth, and enjoy the show, bitch. Dont worry, well be back to put you out of your misery in a few hours. With that, the mirrored image I was staring at disappeared, and was replaced with video of a girl secured on all fours in a cage, with a collar around her neck. She stared at the camera lustfully, and seemed to be whispering something over and over. The volume was. Руками при этом упиралась либо ему в живот, либо положив ладони на кровать по бокам его, и начинала его активно трахать. А как только он начинал подходить к концу, она останавливалась, соскакивала, меняя позу. Причем могла совсем с него встать и начать делать некоторые гимнастические упражнения. Например – вставала на руки вверх ногами, и ноги разводила в стороны, делая шпагат в воздухе. (Такое делают все гимнастки во время свои выступлений. Только они делают это в купальниках. И не секрет, что.