Chelsea opened her door and stepped inside her house, Dennis saw her sneak a hand behind herself and pull the wet fabric from between her rounded chee...s. Dennis casually swept a small clump of leaves onto the pile while Chelsea was inside. When she came back out and tossed him a can of beer she said, “I’ll get a fire going while you finish the yard and then you can finally jerk off outside while the suns still up!” Dennis popped the top on his can, drained half of it, and then, like Popeye. ?Just one kiss honey, you owe me that much don?t you," he was murmuring.All my masculine being was screaming inside me, get off me, get off me,I am a man you bastard, a man not a girl.?Just one kiss sugar, hmmm?" he continued closer still.My head was still screaming noo nooo nooo as I still weakly fought andstruggled in his grip, then somewhere in my mind, I thought, for Christsake kiss the bastard and let?s get out of here, just do it if that?swhat it takes.?Just a little kiss honey, just a. He measures his chances, realizing theres nothing he can do. Still holding the gun, you must do as I command, youre my captive. She looks down noticing his still enlarged cock. Still riled up I see. Looking down she notices the thick veins protruding from his cock in all the excitement. This is to much to handle…for both of us she thinks to herself. Go back and stand against the wall, dont try anything funny, Im still in control. She follows him to wall and still holding the gun kicks her left. “Cough,” the woman said next. Iona coughed. “Hold up your arms.” This was strange to Iona, but she did what was commanded. Maybe the woman wished to check the curves of her form. Iona saddened. Maybe the woman would want to breed her. “Now flap them.” Iona thought the woman truly crazed. “I said flap those arms,” the woman demanded. The fear of what she may be subjected to filled her mind. Iona did what she was told. Releasing Iona’s chin with the same care in which she had claimed it, the.