After what seemed like forever, you pulled out of my mouth, and before I could scream for help you gagged me with some cloth and a scarf, telling me y...u didn't want to "disturb your neighbors" with the screaming I was about to do when you shoved that big cock into my little pussy and started to fuck me, and that is just what you did, you shoved so hard I bounced on the bed, you then put me on my knees with my little ass up in the air and my head down on the bed, you then stood behind me. I haven’t busted my butt to get a degree just to toss it into the trash can and become a wife and mother. I fully intend to use my degree Rob, but right now I have no idea where. When I start sending out resumes I have no idea what I might be offered. It could be east coast, west coast or down south somewhere. I couldn’t just pack up and go if I were married.“Think about it Rob. We get married, I get offered my dream job, but it is in New York, Boston or maybe Los Angeles and you say that you. “No. They’d be terrified, probably. I’d be gagged and wheeled around like Hannibal Lecter.”“And we’re not going to tell them. So you can’t blame them for not knowing.”“Of course.” I felt stupid even as I said it: Angie had a way of stating things that made conclusions obvious.“And as for classes ... you could get straight A’s by speaking to the teachers. But that doesn’t mean you would actually know anything. You’d only be fooling yourself.”I nodded reluctantly.“If anything, it means that you. I asked, "Why the camera?" "I wanted to record your progress to womanhood, plus it will give us something review as we try to make you appear more feminine. For example, your skipping just now needs lots of work, as the camera will show you. Plus we can take and print off individual frames for my girls scrap book and picture album," she said. "Now, I'm going to move the camera to behind the sofa and I want you to re-enter the living room, with a skip, look over at the coffee table, and when you.