The torture, or listening to this idiot drone on and on. The prospect of spending the rest of her life with this creep, being tortured in a million di...ferent ways, AND having to listen to him profess his love frightened her.He walks over to the machine that controlled her current torture device. The 18 year old moans, letting out a sigh of pleasure. A small device is attached to her pussy, messaging her clitoris. Small metal tendrils gently tickle her insides, sending a shiver up her spine. A. I was pretty sure he wanted to go and fuck his fist, thinking about Carrie in her little boxers."Yeah, we can always watch this tomorrow. Help Jay get settled in, Honey," I said to Carrie. We'd planned this out ahead of time. I saw she was as excited as we were. Her nips were sticking out in the thin material of her top.I went off to the bedroom as if nothing was unusual and Carrie led Jay up the stairs to the guest bedroom. I knew his eyes were on her generous butt cheeks as she climbed above. What do you call it? I'm sorry, Amy. This is all my fault. I thought you were grown up enough to handle this position. I didn't know that you would cut and run the first time you encountered a rough time. It's ok; I understand. You're still a little girl. I shouldn't be surprised when you act like a little baby at the first sign of trouble." I looked away towards Megan, so Amy couldn't see the pain and self-loathing in my eyes. I could hardly stand what I was doing to my little girl, but it had. Reaching out, Dylan put his hands on Myrna's naked breasts, squeezing the gently. The white boy's touch made the colored girl's pussy tingle."They're so soft...", he went on. "Can I... suck on 'em?" Uh huh," she responded.Pushing Myrna down onto the bed on her back, Dylan kissed her nipples, first one for a bit, and then the other. The chocolate brown nubs hardened quickly and soon he was sucking on them as if they might actually produce milk. The black teenager's pussy was jumping now and it.