Ik laat je niet los!You are my prisoner now Anne. For short, my Prison-Anne. I will not let you go! Your insults cost!Suddenly Anne looks shy and timi...e as she realises she is trapped, Peter will have his way with her!So do you really think your would-be lover 'thick-neck' would be better in bed, than I can write here?Or were you ironic? As a politician whose words mean the opposite: He writes worse, than I make love?My maiden, whatever your bad intentions, you will suffer severely for your. But you've got to be ready first."The obscene conversation went on as the waiter set up breakfast and handed Ethan the bill. He mustered all of his professional will and tried to ignore the masturbating woman on the bed."You may look at her if you like," Ethan said when saw the man looking elsewhere."Oh, that's OK," the waiter said, trying to remain professional."Please look at her. It's good for her. She wants you to look."The waiter's resistance crumbled, and he stared at Kris while she had. He told her to spit in her hand and rub the other end ofthe dildo, and she did so without question. She spit several times onthe free end, till it was shiny with dripping saliva. He told her toput that end to her asshole and put it inside. She had to set thephone down close to her so she could use both hands, but she did asshe was told. She now had an end in each hole. She slowly began toslide both ends in and out, building up a smooth pace. She felt filledto the max. He was telling her that. I fully expected her outrage toexplode at any moment. Instead she remained extremely clam and replied,"Well, I don't know anymore about this than you do. And yes, I'll see theclothes are replaced. Bob what ever possessed you to do something likethis? Your Father is going to go ballistic. What are you doing in girlsclothes and made up like that."I remained silent. Then Jen's Mom lifted the skirt of the dress to revealthe under things I wore. "Well in addition to the dress, shoes,.