It took her much longer to recover so she was going to wait for about five years before they'd try for number three. In the meantime, she wrote a diar... of what she had endured and how she fell in love with her captor, and bore him two children. It was almost two hundred and fifty pages. She sent it into a magazine but they rejected it because of its length. The journal sent it off to a publisher in Toronto. They accepted the manuscript. It was going to be a chick story. Soon it would be. "Now just lie there and let me fuck you!"I didn't have much choice, but it was beautiful, absolutely beautiful, in spite of what she'd said, she didn't fuck me, she made love to me, to my cock, she bent forward to kiss me, teasing my naked chest again by scraping her nipples across it.Her breath was warm, tasting of alcohol, her mouth wet, her tongue curious, her hips moved sensuously around in little circles in a way that I've only seen done by black girls disco dancing! She squeezed me and. It was then that I felt a sharp slap on my face and as I turned around to see what happened there was a youngster putting his hand in my pocket to grab my mobile phone, I tried to stop him, but he called to someone who punched me and almost knocked me out, suddenly I felt someone grab me and drag me out of the pub through the fighting crowd and thought that some good Samaritan had come to my rescue, but once outside I was dragged to the car park and dropped to the ground. The youngster still. “Besides, I need to be here to take care of this pretty pink pussy,” Mark said with a smile as he ran his hands up the outside of her thighs, then lifted her sundress up. Annabelle spread her legs apart, which allowed her pussy to blossom open, exposing her tight slit, moist with her arousal. He gladly left a trail of kisses up the inside of her thigh until he reached her sweet peach, then used his tongue like a proboscis to extract her sweet nectar like a honeybee from a flower.After licking.