You ditched your bad girl appearance??" he asked her in a joking way.He was just glad to see her."Let's say I decided to go jogging before I was going...to bump into you," Ivy smiled.Ivy moved closer to him. Before he could say a word or make a move, she gave him a warm hug. He was touched. He hugged her back. She let go of him and then he let go of her."Ivy you have no idea how glad I am to see you," Charles smiled."I am glad to see you too," Ivy replied.Ivy then moved closer to the cliff's. .. !" I cried, twisting against my restraint. My brain, meanwhile, was only just grasping the magnitude of his plan. //My God, // I thought, //he's going to knock me up, then blackmail me into keeping his baby!// "Oh God, Ken," I screamed, "please don't make me do this! I'll suck you off -- I'll make it good -- I'll make you come!" Indeed you will, Sis, in due time. Now just shut up," Ken said, pushing my knees apart. Practically feeling the bulls-eye on my womb, I watched him bend over me. Her tits were barely contained by a black satin bra, with lace bordering. He traced it's outline eventually sliding it under one strap. He pulled the blade against it slowly, so he could nearly feel each fiber giving way. Once the strap came apart, and he resumed teasing. Every few minutes he would cut another part of her bra, nicking at it slowly and precisely, until eventually it slid right off. Then he let the tip of the knife catch one of her nipples, just enough to make her gasp, squirming. What seemed odd was that he didn’t look nervous. He looked completely comfortable. She wondered if he was stalling, trying to think of something to say.“Sit down,” he said, putting a glass of milk in front of the chair she was standing nearest. He didn’t take the chair across the table, like she’d thought he would. He took one ninety degrees from hers.“How do you feel about this?” he asked, when she just stood there.She certainly hadn’t been prepared for that. She sat ... somewhat heavily. She.