. well I can talk from personal experience when I say you're a heady drug.''You can talk, look at you! Did you get plastic surgery while I was away.'K...ira blushed crimson. 'No, silly, it's called growing up.''Aww, you look cute when you do that.' I tousled her soft hair.Keira swatted my hand away. 'Dad keeps saying mum must have been screwing the milk man since I hardly look like him any more.''If only it were true.' I said, more than a little sadly.'Tell me about it. I'd be fighting those two. “I told you to be quiet, slut.” Jordan hissed. He inserted a second finger, tearing her hymen in the process. Blood tricked down her thigh, and she whimpered. Suddenly Jordan stood up, unzipping his pants. He lifted Ana’s legs up and wrapped them around his waist, then plunged his hard, unlubricated cock into her. She cried out into Brad’s hand which was still over her mouth. Jordan began thrusting into her hard and fast, his cock ramming into her cervix on each thrust. She was so tight that it. " I do not require your permission," Jorgarn stated simply. "Not for this, nor for anything. You need to understand this. You need to accept this. There will be many times in the future, should you choose that we go forward together, when I will ask your opinion and accede to your wishes. But I do not require permission from you or from anyone else. Just as you do not. I have not demanded that you do anything. I have suggested and I have tried to convince you that my way would make things. My office has AC but my apartment not so much. I’m also hoping a run will clear my head, but as I turn into yet another long, wide street I start to fantasise again. I imagine offering a lift to Sophie as she’s walking to school, then having the whole day with her before letting her out to walk home again. I could taunt her and make her cry; I love seeing makeup smudged by tears. I could make her do a striptease. I could tut at her feeble attempts at shaving and wax her completely bald while.