I ignored them, focusing on Marks group. Marks elevator reached the basement and he and his sluts walked down the hallway to the damned cold-iron boxt...e Matmown. The iron walls shown with a blinding, white light. The Prayers inscribed on the metal burned with the ferocity of the stars, flooding the Shadows with pure, painful light. The door to the Matmown lay open, not that it mattered, I still couldnt enter it, not from the Shadows. The door closed and I wanted to howl in frustration. They. I was given two pieces of "motherly" wisdom. The books were not to be shared with anyone, and "don't let a man put his body into yours until you are married". I was to read the books and if I had any questions, she would make an appointment for me to talk to our doctor. (He was a kind old gent, but I would die from embarrassment if I had to ask any questions pertaining to sex!) I took the books upstairs to my room, (we lived in what people called a "wartime" house, 1 1/2 storey home, with. She closed her eyes and slid her mouth down his shaft, deepthroating him before proceeding to bob up and down his length several times. Her husband often made her give him blowjobs, but for the first time she had a new cock in her mouth and she felt a little ashamed at how much it thrilled her. He tasted different, he felt different, and she loved how he jumped and swelled as her tongue circled his swollen purple head. The guy behind her was crouching down and feeling up her ass, stroking her. ” “Yes, well, I thought we could waste the time away together!” “Oh my God.” Words couldn’t possibly explain my frustration. “Just go away? Please?” “Oh come, on, Sophie, you know you want to! What about all the times you stood there naked in your room waiting for me to drive past? Don’t you want me to actually be in your room while you’re naked?” he was grinning and almost laughing and I couldn’t help but let my lips curl up and laugh at him. Maybe I did like him after all. “Fine!” I laughed,.