” Well, you are naked and strapped to a chair. If all other explanations prove false, then whatever is left, no matter how improbable, must be the t...uth. Nothing yet has been proven, but it just didn’t seem like an interrogation.No one had spoken a word. No rustle of clothing. Wait, no rustle of clothing. Someone, probably two someones were touching you and moving you and securing you to this chair, no rustle of clothing. Spandex perhaps, or nothing.” KINKY” No movement of air detected on your. When I started to flex my cock on her spot her eyes changed. They got wide and her mouth opened. She started to pant. “This is how I fuck your mom,” I said. “Can you feel it pulsing inside you?”She nodded, breathing faster, her huge tits heaving on her chest. “Your mother taught me this,” I said, staring her right in the eyes. “Now I’m teaching you.”Kaitlyn threw back her head and let out a vicious yell. Her entire body was in spasms. I grabbed her thighs and lifted her legs. I got on my knees. The winner gets to take me home overnight and do anything he wants to me. * Let his five nephews in their early teens fuck me as sex education after telling me to hug them and kiss them and say I love them. * Keep me chained to a pipe in the basement on the edge of starvation and feed me nothing but his and other men’s cum. * Tie me to his picnic table in the back yard when it’s snowing, dump a bucket of cold water on me, wait two minutes, then dump a bucket of scalding water on me too. *. ”“I guess I could do that,” she answered.Soups didn’t require much more than a heat source. Bread was a little trickier. She had controlling the heat in her oven at the camp down to an art.“That would mean so much to me,” Hearth Maria said.She knew that once Kiah had figured out how to set the oven to the right temperature for her breads that she’d never want to bake anything in the basic outdoor oven in camp. She figured that cooking soup would convince Kiah that having a stove wasn’t a bad.