”“I’m not doing shit for you.”“Bitch, I will print out thousands of copies and hang them in every store you’ve stepped in. I will mail the... to everyone you’ve ever spoken to. I will attach your name, your address, your entire fucking life story on them unless you do what I tell you.”Chelsea remained silent. He wasn’t bluffing. Darren never bluffed.“I know your husband is leaving for his business trip tomorrow morning. After he leaves, you will do whatever I want until he comes back. You WILL do. .. You know.... down there." Is that so my dear Jason? Tell you what... If you want your pants back, you must promise to do me a favor okay?"Jason, desperate to get his pants back, replied without thinking, "Yes, I promise..." Well, firstly, you can wear the tube home, but remember to wash it, same goes for the panties. By the way," Stephanie paused, reaching into the bag, "I bought two more for you."Jason glanced down at the two pairs of feminine underwear and saw that both were pink too, just. But..." -- She picked a towelfrom the floor, spread her legs obscenely, and wiped thejuices from her pussy -- "now I have to go to work." I had one last idea, just in case this never happenedagain. "Julie, please...could I kiss you goodbye?" She looked at me, smiled. "Sure, little one." She steppedtoward me again and put her face to mine. "No, I wanted a different kiss." She looked confused."What do you mean?" "Like this." I put my hands on her hips and turned heraround. Her. And then it was upon her.His balls were swollen enormously as Jim surged toward his own creamy crest. He reared up, driving off bent knees, feet braced solidly on the carpet. His legs were shaking as he poured the prick to her in this dynamic knee-trembler and his chest heaved as he panted with the exertion."Cum in me... cum in my cunt!" she wailed.Cumming herself, the wanton woman longed to feel his hot, thick jizm squirt into her cunt. Her inner cunt-rings tightened, pulling and clinging as.