Joan asked me for a dance and we got up and started dancing cheek to cheek. Her breasts felt wonderful rubbing against mine, our hands wandering over ...ach other’s backs. I was randy, my hand found the top of her knickers and I loved feeling the curvature of her hips. She pressed her torso against mine to encourage me to go further, my hand slid down the strap of her garter to find her stocking top, then up the back of her thigh to feel her arse cheek. The music stopped playing and she placed. By D.R. Millennium:NC 17: Slash/Incest Disclaimer: I did not create and do not own any readily recognizable media characters. I have no agreement, legal or otherwise, with the creators or owners. This is purely for entertainment--I have not made, do not seek, and will not accept any profit for it. This story is in no way meant to reflect on the lives or life styles of the actors/actresses who originally portrayed the characters. I have nothing but fond affection and respect for them, for. They were soaked with my tears and my saliva. I looked up at him and begged, "Please, Cody. Please let me take the clothespin off. I remembered. I'll be good. I promise."He smiled and patted my head and said, "It's almost over, Carin. Just one more fuck and then you can take it off."I glanced over at Tim. He was looking down at me skeptically. He walked around behind me and said, "Reach back and spread those cheeks for me, cunt. I want to see how fucked up your ass is before I stick my dick in. Detached. This could not be happening to me. I felt his fingers caressing against my balls.?I have you by the balls boy. You do as I say, or you face the consequences. Go to the police if you think you can. Let them look at the video. But in the meantime, it will have been forwarded before they get to speak to me. I promise that.?He looked into my eyes and seemed to drink in my fear.?Or your other option is to submit to me. I want you. I want to change you for the better. I want to.