..when we move your stuff ...I jus''''shut up, get your jeans down, if your wearing my stuff, you gonna show me , that is simple , its my stuff i wann... see what you choose to wear ''i tremble getting my jeans down , showing the small pink panty i choose from the box''ohhhh your so cute, comon get that vaccum done now, your sexy like this''in my white tshirt and pink panty getting the place cleani felt caught, stupid and afraid of him everytime i tried to stop this he insised it was ok , that he. We pulled into the underground parking garage and headed up to Mark's. Mark's place which was very seductive. It was stark white but had this great pale blue indirect lighting that made the place cozy and sexy. With a flick of the knob, we had instant fire in the fireplace which added more to the effect."Let's have some bubbly and celebrated the 'old guys' birthday!" Mark chortled."HERE'S to you, Brian!" everyone yelled in jubilant unison.Moments later, Jill said, "Wait 'til you see what I. “Junior,” Derek said, “fuck her ass. Lisa, I want your tongue in Jamul’s asshole.” Lisa looked up, a puzzled look on her face. “Suck his asshole,” Derek replied.“I’ve never done that before,” she struggled.“It’s time you learned,” Derek replied.Lisa watched as Jamul got on his knees and wiggled his black ass in her face. His balls dangled low, bouncing as he moved. She didn’t want to do this, but she didn’t want to upset Derek either. The thought of sticking her tongue in a man’s ass was crude. As she had recounted her brutal execution to our group sitting around the Conference Table, the physical pain she had thrust upon her radiated through each one of us. It was great to have freed Sara from her burial spot but there was no way to take back what those three did to her.Feeling our collective sorrow Sara gently told me, "Will, what happened three-hundred years ago is over and done. It was not a nice way to die but what happened to my mother was worse."Even though I didn't see her.