Freedom from his will passed entirely from herunderstanding and ability and desire and all her soul.Then there came into her mind another understandin..., or rather, therepassed from her other knowings. Gone was the worry that she mightleave, gone the idea that she someday would not be his slave, gone theconcept of being not his, gone the idea of having an identity of herown. All questions of permanence fled: she knew she was oncesomething else, free, but she could no longer imagine it, or hold. " Well, I have to run. I'll get the chip and be back, probably Monday after school. Is that OK?" That's fine Ken. I really appreciate your help."I left the Ward house with a hard on and a pair of panties. When I got home mom and dad were still at church so I went into my bedroom and jacked off with Marla's pants on my face. It was the best cum I had ever had.School was out at three on Monday. I went to BestBuy and picked up a memory card and walked over to the Ward house. I rang the doorbell. I pounded myself into her over and over again, pushing the desk back with damn near every thrust. In a voice that was supposed to be a lot quieter than what it really was, she told me, “That’s it you mother fucker, pound my wet pussy! God I want to fill you cum in me! Fuck yeah, that’s it Oh my God, damen your prick is tearing me up! Oh shit cum in me Bryan! God damn it cum!!” I was grabbing and squeezing her ass; slapping her and reddening those ivory cheeks of hers and watching my red. „Ich…ich möchte das nicht…bitte, Herr Wester. Ich möchte gehen….“„UND RAUSFLIEGEN? Bitte sehr!“ sagte ich sarkastisch und schloss die Tür auf.Sie blieb stehen.„Bitte - die Türe ist offen! Sie können gehen.“ sagte ich barsch.Sie blieb immer noch stehen. Ich konnte ihren weißen BH und ihre zartrosa Haut unter dem dünnen Synthetikstoff ihrer Bluse sehen.„Was…..was...was muss ich denn tun?“ presste sie unter leisen Tränen hervor.…Schweigen.„Schließ die Tür ab.“Sie drehte den Schlüssel in der.