In the corner of the room there was a huge bald black man with his back to me digging through a big duffle bag. The man turned around and began walkin... toward me carrying a bottle of shaving cream. I could tell by his expression that he wasn't in a friendly mood but I didn't care I started screaming at him -- "What are you doing?? Let me go!! Why are you doing this??" The man walked over to a sink and took a ball gag out of it; he turned, walked over to me and violently grabbed my throat with. "And there I thought it would end. But no, a couple of day's later:"Attached is proof." The attachment showed a rather pretty pair of female feet, but taken by someone else. They were slightly turned in towards each other, the right in front of the left."Very nice, and the ankles are particularly splendid. What are the knees like?" I don't think I should send pictures of my knees to strange men. Or you might be a dog for all I know." Well, yes, I know they say that about the internet. But a dog. He never missed a beat. I came over and over as he sucked and licked as I grinded into his face. All of a sudden he pressed himself into me and I could hear his muffled groans and moans as he tried desperately to continue. He lifted up, looking completely exhausted, his pants, shirt and hand was absolutely fucking covered in cum. This guy just came a gallon while eating my pussy. I offered him my own thongs to use to clean up, not that they were much help but I think the gesture turned him on.. Well, by combining our thoughts, and what we know of peoples’ behaviour, we can do that, but at the levels of individuals, based on how they react to events. That’s why I know that you two getting married, or living together, would be a disaster.”“Whatever the reason, you’ve been a massive help to both Will and me,” Allison said. “I never would have got through these last two years without your support and advice. The best was making sure Will and I remained good, close friends.”“Oh, now don’t.