I can fantasy that I am cuffed and that a person holds the key, maybe the same girl that have the trunk key, maybe another, so I have to follow their ...rders just to be able to dress again".She stopped right then because she realized that she was not only saying too much but also she was getting so horny that she was openly masturbating by then."You must focus on the task girl. Otherwise you are not going to make it on time"She returned to the amateur site and found a lot of comments, she. I squeezed my nipple between my fingers and I did moan. I put my hand over my mouth (I didnt want my parents to hear). I picked up my panties and went to lay on the bed. I bit down on the panties and started rubbing my dick again. From that angle I could see my vagina in the mirror. I noticed that it was wet. Still rubbing myself I used my other hand to touch the liquid coming from my pussy. I lifted my wet fingers to my face and looked at them. I tasted the liquid and liked it. I moved my hand. ‘Jesus. That’s something of a shock. He never said anything to me about any women in his life.’ ‘He didn’t want you to think he quit loving your Mom.’ Karen said. ‘Look around this house. There are pictures of her, of her and you, of the three of you together. When we go to the cemetery tomorrow you will see that the stone they share is clean. Not because the cutter cleaned it before he carved your Dad’s name. It’s clean because once a month from the day of her funeral he has gone to the. ’ ‘Alright, I’ll go and try to clean myself up in that stream.’ I knelt by the water of the stream and began to wash the sweat and blood from my hands and face, looking around as I did. The inn was surrounded by moonlit forests and a road ran past it and disappeared into the trees in either direction. The stream I washed in was broad, shallow and slow-moving. Shapes that seemed to be some sort of white fish moved about in its deeper reaches. I looked down at the gently rippling reflection of my.