..-We should really work...-Fuck work, you know this job, you need to relax, get your metabolism boosted, endorphins and all that, fresh air, exercise... nature... it's what the doctor ordered.-Ok, who else is coming?-I'm not inviting anyone else.-What should I wear?-Comfortable shoes, the weather forecast is fine, so tshirt, shorts, something like that.-Can we take a picnic?-We'll have something to nibble on.Unfortunately I was stuck indoors for the rest of the day, it was glorious outside and. I bought a cell phone in this time and somehow this gal got my number and started texting me like unknown. I never give a damn to unknown persons who play simply so I asked who is this and when I got You know me well and such messages I told directly that I want to know properly who is this otherwise I wont reply.Then she told its Jo and I was surprised and called her back to know whether it’s her r not. Like this we came into contact properly. Jo is basically from village but she never shows. Possible third week of Windumand fifteen forty-sevenThis will be a rather long entry as a lot happened in such a short time. It has been three days since we escaped from that hellish prison and a lot has happened. After we woke, we knew that we had to put as much distance between our captor and ourselves as possible. There was no sign that we had been followed and no tracks had appeared around the tree we had spent the night in. After untying ourselves and climbing back down to the ground, we. "That's it, Stephie. Come on, sweetheart, be a good pussy boy for me," cooed O'Donnell in his ear. "I want you to come like the little girl you are while I'm fucking your pussy. Show Lindsey what a good pussy boy you are!" Steve closed his eyes. And he began to squeeze his ass muscles, not to repulse the thick cock, but to stroke it's full length, to squeeze it, and to make it pump it's hot load of cum into his body. Oooh! Shit, he really was a pussy as he opened his eyes and looked directly.