"I did something without thinking. Ah didnae want to hurt her like this. Ah mightn't like her, but she's still me sister. But she just hates me now an... I hate being at 'ome." Move out," Jake said with a flourish. "Hey, Margaret. What about that flat upstairs, you ain't got a tenant and..." No," Margaret blurted out with a panicked look on her face. "No she's ... well..." I am seventeen," Abigail told her with a scowl."Ah well. It's just. It's a one bedroom flat, no telly and..." Sounds. “What do you want from me?”“Who asked you to speak?” I snapped angrily, my temper flaring at the incompetence of the girl before me.Growling I reached out and pinched her nose, her mouth gasping for air leaving the perfect opportunity for me to slip my cock past her silken lips and shove it down her unsuspecting throat.I could feel her gag as forced her to deepthroat and let out a monstrous groan as wet velvet surrounded my fuck pole. I held her there for a moment, looking down at the blue eyed. “Can I… I’m sorry, I’m just all stretched out because of the toy, please, can’t I just blow you? I mean… that would be easier, you’d get off--”“You wouldn’t, though.” He interrupted pointedly, his hands still settled on my waist. I blinked rapidly to get rid of the tears brimming in my eyes as he quickly removed my wrist cuffs.I shifted uncomfortably, trying desperately to blink away my tears and make my voice level. I hoped my shaking voice could be blamed on the bondage and fucking. “Yeah,. ” Again his hands are trembling as he stands behind Storm and removes her gown. “Can you guess why she was such a hit in Vegas, Marcel?“Have you ever seen such a magnificent ass? Forty-three inches, highlighted my that tiny black g-string, no dimples, no sagging, tucked in waist and thighs to match, with an all over tan. “Now my gown,” Stephen tells him. For a man in his fifties he has a good toned body and a full-on, larger than average erection with just a tuft of pubic hair.Marcel has an.