I swear I'm 5'1" but all my friends just smile when I say that. Well, I am 5'1", if I really stretch and pull myself up as far as I can. I don't weigh...very much either, less than 100 pounds.My dad is Portuguese and my mother's Greek, so you know I've got dark hair and an olive complexion. In fact, my skin is one of my vanities. I've got the most perfect skin, olive-brown and clear, so clear you can almost see through it. I'm also conceited about my breasts. They're not really huge; I'm between. As Xander opened the box and pulled out the rattle, the teddy bear, and the other toys we’d happily bought in anticipation of her arrival, I picked up a picture of our little bundle. In the photo, Xander held her. Even now, I was amazed at how much she looked like his side of the family, with her red hair and light eyes. ‘She should be outside riding her bike,’ I sobbed, putting my head on Xander’s shoulder. ‘It’s nobody’s fault she died the same night she was born,’ he put his arms around me,. She knew the pace.She took me completely in it was so evident that how hard she was trying to impress me, her master. She sucked me for 10min with her wet mouth and I asked her to stop and told her I am about to cum. She said I can use her mouth or wherever I like.I said suck then u slave!! She got excited and smiled and sucked fast.I came in her mouth.She gulped and it fell on her skirt as well.I then asked her for a glass of water for which she got up and got me a glass of water, I poured. ." I scream and run away, but I have no shoes and my feet slip easily inthe damp grass so I get nowhere fast. You are behind me, hands around mywaist, lifting me again, hauling me over your shoulder. You carry meinside the cottage. Out the front window I see the car moving away slowly,traveling back down the gravel road in into the wilderness. "We're stucknow," you say. In front of the fireplace sits a worn sofa, wooden at the base withdozens of soft velvet cushions. Upon the floor is.