"One more step to go Babe...I have to mark you as myslave...", I say. I untie you from the standing spread eagle, and balltieyou, so your bare ass is ...pen to me. I fashion out of paperclips, the wordsthat will adore your as for life...??????????????????????? "Chris' Slave ??????????????????????? ? #188732"Next, i heat up the paper clips, till they are red hot, and tell you tohold still, as I brand the words on your not so virgin ass. You cry in pain,both from the physical pain, but also from. You bend down to get a closer look. It's amazing: she's so small, but looks perfectly human. She obviously needs help. You do your best to gently pick her up, and you bring her home safely. You put a pillow on your coffee table and lay her on it. She doesn't seem to speak any language you know. You put some water in a small dish for her, and shake some breadcrumbs from a bag of bread for her to eat. She immediately lurches to drink some water, but she won't touch the breadcrumbs. Somehow, you. On weekends, we used to climb the water tower. We'd sit up there, talk, and laugh, and tell stories, passing cigarettes around and taking swigs from stolen bottles. It was dark up there, dark enough that nobody could see us, and far enough into the outskirts of town that if we saw someone coming, we could scramble down the ladder and be lost in the woods before they got there.That's where we took the most turns on Angela. She liked it up there under the stars. At least she told me so that one. He had a slightly turned off face, and then we heard Lou moaning already."Shoot it inside me, Grandpa," Monica said.We couldn't see it, but we were sure it happened. After that, Monica leaned up a bit, and we saw a little bit of cum flowing out of her pussy. That made Frank want to do something to me. He pulled me to him, and he whispered something to me."I wanna fuck my hot daughter," Frank whispered."Then fuck her," I whispered back, as I took off my shirt.We both got onto the floor and he.