I dragged the box into the room and closed the door behind me. First things first: I went around and replaced all the dead light bulbs. Then I carried...my box into the room and surveyed the damage.For a suburban dungeon, it really was very impressive. The furniture looked well built and the whips and chains looked expensive. I got out my broom and started sweeping. After a few hours of sweeping, dusting and hosing, the place was starting to look good. I got out the leather cleaner and started on. She was in her late thirties or early forties, was very slim and stood at about five feet five inches tall, had short dark hair but was not one of the female members of staff that normal boys would fantasize about! I think it was more to do with how Pauline dressed. Always a blouse and skirt, and to this day, if I see a lady dressed in this way, it does something to me. Added to this, Miss Manson had the most amazing breasts. They were small, but always looked so well formed and we used to. "Suck me, you bitch!" Val snarled, pulling Donna's hair until Donna was certain she must be snatching it right from her head. "Suck me or I'll kill you!"Donna was determined that this time she wasn't going to falter, that she was drawing the line at putting her lips and tongue on this woman's dripping pussy and letting her smelly pussy-cream drip into her mouth.Val rode Donna's face hard for a few seconds, forcing the back of her head deep into the plush carpet. Donna could hardly draw a. ***I was startled awake by the sound of shattering glass followed by the screech of tires peeling out in the driveway. I looked at the digital numbers on my bedside clock and it said 3:07 a.m. I jumped out of bed and peeked out the blind to see the tail lights of my dad's pickup disappearing down the street into the night. I heard another whump followed by a couple of crashing noises coming from towards the family room. I tucked the erection I woke up with into the waistband of my boxer shorts.