I tied Stacie's ankles apart between two trees, making her even more helpless. I pulled off her gag."Please! Let me go!!", she sobbed."Shut up and do ...hat I want bitch, or mommy and daddy will never see or hear from you again!", I snarled, as she sobbed even more. I straddled her face, rubbing my pre-cum on her lip glossed lips."You know what I want, so start sucking!"Having no choice, Stacie opened her mouth and my throbbing cock slid into her hot, wet mouth and down her throat, choking. New Year’s Eve passed, the work week started. No calls, no post card, nothing. I sent her an email with the jaunty subject line, ‘Welcome back from the land of’ and mentioned where she went. A deep unease was seeping into me, as if I stood on a deserted subway platform at midnight. I tried to forestall the chill with the phrase ‘write/call after you get settled in,’ so I could kid myself that she was just ‘settling in’ rather than ignoring me and hoping I would interpret her silence as a plea. He put his fingers on her ass and felt her juicy cheeks. He let his fingers stray towards her ass. He could smell that she hadnt showered in some time but that only made him more of an animal for her. Soon his chin and lips were glistening with her oils. She pulled him up for a kiss and set him down again to clean her with his tongue. His fingers again, by her ass now, she clutched and shoved inside of her. His large finger went into her ass and held her g spot as he licked her. She pulled him. " I know what you mean," Frank replied, laughing. "That guy gives me goosebumps." Well, he's obviously not from around here," Tanya replied. "But half the people we've met today were from somewhere else – that Brit we took prisoner, for instance." How could you tell he was British," Frank asked. "I didn't notice an accent." 'Slag' is metal that's been heated so much that it's worthless for recycling," Tanya informed him. "It's usually found in bombed out buildings that contain steel girders..