Turn around and bend over again I barked Oh baby I wanna clean that cock she moaned I dont care what you want look what youve done, made me unfaithful...with your dirty lil mouth, teasing me with that tight ass pussy, turn the fuck around dont make me force you As I was talking she stuck her finger inside her pussy and started to slip it in and out, I realised she was loving being treated like a slut, loved what she was making me do. Id had enough, I grabbed her up by her hair threw her around. She wants you to come home with us. I'm supposed to ask you to go to the principal, and see if she'll let me come back to school early."Ron shrugged. "I can do that, no problem. I don't know how much influence I'll have with the principal though." Thanks," said Johnny. "But come on over to the house anyway, my mom thinks we have to butter you up first. I think yummy snacks will be involved." Okay," said Ron. He pulled out his cell phone and sent his mom a text message about where he was going.. So about a hour or so had passed and i said to them both that she would be next , her face was a picture , she instantly began the blush and looked nervous , i said to her to stay where she was and lead him to the bedroom, he came with me rather meekly, i instructed him to lay on the bed on his back but in such a way that his head was at one corner, the moment he got into the required postion i handcuffed his wrists together in front of him , then placed a gag over his mouth - one of my. That's asking for the kid gloves and the patpat-treatment. Ask for tearing apart, for drowning your story in a sea of red ink. Then maybe you will get something good and usable back. And after that, write and write again, never lose faith in your will and ability to tell a story.(*Anne-Mal) Is it because Keith Morrison is a published writer?(TH) No, Keith just has opened a website called 'The Slaughterhouse' where he mercilessly reviews stories and while it takes a bit of gulping and humility.