She then whispered in my ears, 'do you think that will go down my throat?'i couldnt belive what she said, she was pretty straight forward, as i met he... only 20mins ago.i replied, 'my car's parked in the car park round edgware road, lets go there'with no further delays we got up, fixing ourselves and head out for my car. when i got to my car, i went in my pockets for the keys but before i could get it out she grabbed my dick, saying, 'hurry up i want it now' and winked, i quickly opend the back. I had never let anyone fuck my ass before and now these living dildoes were having their way with any hole they wanted. I suddenly felt very different. They were sending a feeling through my body I never thought was possible. They began to fuck me harder and I wanted it. I wanted them to keep fucking me and make me cum. I wanted to feel the hot cum fill my ass. I wanted to buck my hips up to meet each thrust but I couldn’t. My insides began to burst as the orgasm sent long rolling waves through. ?What am I looking at here, Marty? I asked? Marty flipped open his note book and read. ?Cynthia Walcott Rose, twenty two, daughter of Doctors Walter and Daniela Rose, both employed at Brigham’s and Women’s. She’s a student at BC, rather was a student at BC. Her car was found by a jogger Sunday morning at approximately 7:30AM in the Arnold Arboretum. Apparently, Ms. Rose missed a turn on Arborway Drive and the vehicle rolled down an embankment.? ?Then what happens,? I asked. Yes Sir , in between the tears she managed to count, One Sir, 2 Sir,3 Sir, etc. until she got to the count of 25…She was crying so hard she lost track…You told her she did well and she was to stop the count but the last 25 were going to be very hard. Ruth cried and begged to no avail, her bottom was bright red and bruised when Jim finished. “Please Sir, no more”. As Ruth promised she would never do those things again, and somehow Jim knew she wouldn’t. Jim help Ruth stand and lead her to their.