"I've missed how you do me," she said and stroked me top to bottom. A light touch, like velvet, or silk, gently moving back and forth along the length...of my ironwood. Shit. Five minutes with her and my dick goes crowbar. Fucking traitor."I brought some toys." She nodded at a bag on the floor. "Please, baby? Nobody does me like you do. You still remember how I like it, don't you?"Hell yeah, I remembered. How could I forget? She was one nasty fuck. I hadn't even begun to approach her twisted. We walked in not sure what we would find and went to the back part where all the good stuff was. Looking around for a bit laughing and pointing at the different things. We picked out a dildo that might get the job done. Tiffany said, I want something that I can deepthroat and send him a movie of me doing it. My friend couldn't believe what she was hearing. We joked around with a couple different things as my friend picked up a paddle and said, Since your being such a bad little girl, how about. If you only ever know one person in your life, it's hard to make a distinction between friend and enemy.From the outside, Wayne's house looked just like any other suburban home, but many strange things happened inside. At night, Wayne always worshiped the dollar sign on the wall. He prayed to some mystical "invisible hand" and asked it to help him and his daughter.Sherwin sometimes came into my room and told me to get a life of my own instead of spying on the neighbours all the time. I told my. If you just go with the flow, you will survive.’ My eyes were huge, my throat was dry, and I could not believe what I was hearing. Geoff stepped out of my line of sight and he put his large warm hand on my bare left shoulder and I must admit it was reassuring. ‘Steady Suzie.’ The older man turns towards me with a wide leather belt in his hand. No, is not a belt, it is too small. ‘It looks like the collar we had for our St. Bernard.’ I looked perplexed at him and at the other men, I twisted.