Well PTSD is an illness after all. I am fairly sure that a couple of the things that we did last night are actually illegal in a number of developed c...untries. Are you ready for this? I hope you have a box of Kleenex to hand you're going to need them. The first ten minutes after I arrived were fine; James opened the door looking rather hot in jeans and a tight black t-shirt. We briefly chatted about the book and then James asked me what I thought of his rings? I asked what they were for and he. ” As he held up a mango-colored thong she said, “Bring them to me.”Wrapping the panel of her thong around the head of Arthur’s cock she stroked him to erection. “Better yet,” she said, as she got off the bed and dropped to her knees—she took his thong-encased knob into her mouth. Stroking as she sucked, she coaxed him to sit on the bed and lie back. Putting the middle finger of the other hand into his mouth she lubricated it with his saliva, found his anus and penetrated it. As she bobbed with. . Before I could complete my thought, the terror struck me again. Ron was even worse than Suzi, Tammy, or anyone else I had felt it from. It was like an evil life form had implanted itself inside his mind and was secretly guiding him to do the evil it required done. It could take control of his entire personality or just alter parts of it and his perception. And right now it was trying to tell me something.My cry of fear startled the muscle bound wall enough that Ron let his grip slip. But then. "Yeahhh you like that dick baby? I love that pussy. Who's pussy is that?" "It's your pussy". Lamar lifted my legs up over my head and was able to get all the way in my pussy, balls deep. He began thrusting harder and faster. He flipped me over and said "I wanna fuck you from behind so I can see that ass". I stuck my ass up in the air and arched my back as he slid his dick deep inside me. As lamar stroked my pussy from behind he was grabbing my ass and spanking me. I loved every second of it. He.