Scarlett had always only been my friend, but there was no denying the stunning beauty she truly was, even her gothic fashion made her more appealing t... me. I had thought in the past few weeks we had been getting closer, sexual tension between us had started to build. But this would change everything, I couldnt help feeling a little disappointed. Scar? I said again knocking lightly on the door. you can come in she called out to me. I hesitated, wondering what I would find on the other side of. Oskar was looking at Faisal's beastality mags, lying down on his bed. His dog Marcus was beside him. Marcus was an Irish Wolfhound and every time Marcus saw a woman or women having sex with male dogs he would always bark, "woof woof."Oskar lived alone in an apartment with his mom. He had his own bedroom and she had hers but sometimes she would have different guys over and they would have sex with her inside her bedroom.There was a knock on his bedroom door.KNOCK KNOCK"Come in mom," Oskar said,. As for aggravating my wound,you can see where my stitches are. As long as you don't put any strain on them we should be safe.”“I haven't got any lube. What can I do?”“You must have some sort of oil in the kitchen. Use that.”I came back from the kitchen with a bottle of extra virgin olive oil. Susan had me dribble some on her arsehole, then work it in with my fingers, at the same time stretching her hole gently. I dribbled some more onto my cock and stroked it. It was already rock hard as I. Her wrists are cuffed behind her back, she's naked as a jaybird, and she's in a cage used as a coffee-table. She has to beg for a bedpan, as well as any food or water she'll be eating or drinking. I always make her work for it, but still she has that fire in her eye.You see, she's convinced that she's special. The whole world has told her so, and of course she knows I kidnapped her because of it. She knows every red-blooded heterosexual male wants to do to her what I'm doing now, and she's.