“It looks like somebody wants to be whipped,” I said, wiping my finger on her upper lip so she could smell herself. Her tongue flicked to savor th... girly juice.“Not me. No way. I mean, no sane girl would want that, would she? Davy, please. What are you doing now?”I had lifted up one leg. I was attaching a leather restraint around her ankle. Then, I did the other leg. She kept babbling and fighting for her balance as I attached ropes to the restraints. One rope went through a ring on the left. " Yes. Do you know why I picked you?" N..no." Because even at the first meeting, I could sense the goodness in you. Imay not have seen the girl you really are, but I could see a gentleness,a desire to do the right thing. I cannot and will not believe this isyour fault."I got control of myself, and said, "I ... understand what you aresaying. But I have to find a way to stop this. I cannot let any one elseget hurt." Then I am going to help you." This thing could go after you too" You are not. She fixed herself a mug of tea, carefully lifting the kettlefrom the portable stove before it could whistle. Then she bundled herselfinto one of Walt's double-x-sized hoodies and stepped outside.The night was chill and clear.She settled into one of the canvas folding chairs on the small square ofpatio flagstones. She pulled the sleeves of the oversized sweatshirt overher hands and cupped the mug for warmth. She tucked her bare legs beneathher.Phoebe had been gone for three weeks but it already. I was ready to fuck. Without saying a word, he positioned the head of his cock on my wet asshole and slowly pushed into me, moaning louder as inch after inch entered into my tight, married ass. Once having fully penetrated me he gripped each side of my ass hard and began pumping into. His pace grew faster and harder as I myself began to moan as the pleasure of his fat cock fill and stretched me. He reached beneath me and began rubbing my clit as he mercilessly pounded my ass. He raised up, his.