...rocco Nothing finer than a young cunt, built to take cock, no blood, no hair, a perfect cum dump, that yummy young cunt taste, fresh, could eat it...all day. Got my young cunt the old fashioned way, snatched her on her way home from school, quick punch, cuffs on, under a blanket, front passenger floor, her sobs sweet, her smell enticing, hunting at its best. Of course, I lived in a secluded place, middle of no fuck Maine, lakes region, my own two hundred acres, my cabin not visible from any. As you begin to thrash around, you feel a series of straps and handcuffs holding you down: your wrists behind your back, your ankles to the legs of the chair you’re sitting in, your knees held apart. You pull until your wrists start to burn, but there’s no escaping. Still panting, you look around, listen. There’s still no light, no sound. The only comforting fact was the texture of carpeting beneath your bare feet. Nothing bad can happen on such a soft carpet you tell yourself, before you start. But soon, I realized that I was attracted to that uniqueness, and in it, I found my role in life. And I have loved it."I sat there fascinated, as Catherine talked of her life. It seemed to answer several questions I had."Grace, I have never told anyone this, but there were also other women in Greg's life. His sister for one. And there were others. But because of the times, and his personality, he was never as open about it as Michael is. He became involved with some of the women to help them.. ? She started with the crying crap again, but Ijust left her kneeling on the floor and ignored her while I went to work on afew things I had to finish up for work.? About45 minutes later, I heard the doorbell ring.?My pizza was here, and it was time for another test. ?Go answer the door and bring my dinner to me,bitch!? I ordered. ?Sir, may I please put a robe on?? And I need some money, too,? she askedpolitely.? I could see the trepidation onher face, and she knew what was coming next. ?You.