Your arms are behind your back so your forearms are together and your hands are touching your opposite arms elbow. Your legs are tied cafe to thigh an... there are two lines running down two each knot form your arms. You’re wearing a cheap pair of panties and a tight white t-shirt I can almost see through. Your lying on your back in the middle of the bed. The rope running form your arms your legs is forcing you to arch your back push breast out, Your nipples are rub against the scratchy fabric of. I lean over him and enter him, his warm hole hugging my dick. He moans but stops himself, the other guy still in the room. I slowly gain momentum in fucking him, my fuzzy balls slapping his ass and him grabbing my arm and holding on to it with a tight grip from his large, manly hands. I exit and enter his furry ass, splitting it and making him roll further onto his stomach. I stop and pull out, also pulling off the condom. He thought I was coming but I wasn't ready yet; I was too filled with. ‘Would you like me to take off my dress?’ ‘Yes, please.’ ‘Beg me. I want you to beg for it.’ I got down on my knees in front of her. I could look of her dress from my vantage point. Her pussy smelt like heaven. ‘Please, take off your dress.’ She turned around and unzipped her dress. She let it slide down her shoulders and down her waist. her plump, beautiful ass was right in front in front of my face. ‘Stand up and undress.’ Before she could even get the would undress out of her mouth I was. She was eleven. Yeah, eleven. Before her father started having sex with her, her brothers had already popped her cherry and had her addicted to the feel of being filled with "hot, hard, man-rod". That's how she put it. I believe her father and brothers treated her wrong, like Heisler, only in different ways, but from the experiences I got from her memories, she doesn't feel that way.Having her live with me hasn't changed how any of the others feel about me either. In fact, my apartment has.