I try thrusting against your mouth, but you wont’ let Me… You want me to lay there and don’t move. Don’t make a sound. I want to scream so bad...y… I’m shaking so badly. You bend my knees up and spread me wide, so your tongue can eat at me and my juices can run into your mouth. You drink every last drop and then some. As my legs shake and give out you raise up, and rub your cock against my cunt… You slide into me slowly inch by inch as my body adjusts to your size… You stretch me slowly and fill. I shouted at him; because I had not even money enough for a taxi ride. I leaned over while I was talking and he stared at my cleavage.I finally convinced him to give me a ride and then he made me climb up. I got in my dress crept up and Butch said it was a nice view.Then I answered that he seemed to like more my shaven pussy lips than my tits; I noticed a huge bulge in his trousers…He laughed and went out to hook my broken car to his van. Then he finally drove off to my house.Soon I felt his. He sat and crossed his legs ina feminine manner and gracefully placed his handbag on the floor thenrested his hands in his lap. Ellen marveled at how smoothly he moved inthose stilettos and how he crossed those incredibly long legs as he sat.If she didn't know better, she would swear she was watching a fashionmodel. She mentally patted herself on the back for the great job she hadtraining him for this moment.A confused looking bailiff asked, "Are you Mr. Trousdale, GeorgeTrousdale?"In his. Seid bloß vorsichtig. Sucht nach dem Ding und dann raus hier." Wer soll hier gewesen sein du Idiot? Außer dem Alten lebt hier doch keiner, seine Frau ist schon seit Jahren tot." Wer waren diese Leute, und warum redeten sie über Papa und Mama als ob sie sie kennen würden? Emilia kroch vorsichtig und leise in Richtung einer Ecke, auch wenn dort unten fast alles nur kalte Erde war. "Hey Boss, sieh dir das an. Hier ist ne Falltür im Boden." Emmi's Augen weiteten sich noch mehr. Sie sah sich panisch.