Sweating, I ran from the room and hurriedly changed out of my work clothes, rinsed off in a cool shower, put on a loose but very flattering black sund...ess with blue checkers, and told my parents I'd be home by midnight.Right on time, I could hear screamo music and a worn out engine making their way up the driveway. I don't think his car was even in park before I jumped in. "Take me somewhere," I begged.Kaleb was quiet as we drove. It was a rare weeknight that there were no baseball games or. He had an answer for that:Skip.Hello, big tits angel.Skip.Goodbye, big tits angel."It's a good command to have, right?" Suraimo said as he returned to the path. "Handjob." She held up a hand and wiggled fingers as flexible as worms. "Blowjob." she mimed sucking on an imaginary penis. "Paizuri." She pushed her substantial boobs together.A pleasurable shiver ran through Jackson as he remembered what she did to him last time.Fucking stop it, he admonished. His cock twitched in his pants and he. And when I say anything goes I mean ANYTHING. I'll be helpless and unguarded. You can even kill me if you think you can get away with it."The part about killing me got me really hot. I don't have a death fetish. I don't want to actually die; it's the fear that gets me going. I figured though, I had a very good chance of actually being murdered this time.So at 9am the next day Bill tied me to metal steaks he drove into the ground. I was speared eagle on the dirt with my knees bent. Ropes on my. She would get turned on and kiss my neck from behind. Then she would put her finger inside my ear. Her soft, delicate touches would be enough to make me orgasm themselves, but I would endure all the waiting to cum beside her.Then she would ask me to face her and start rubbing the back of her hands on my boobs. I would be so turned on that I would close my eyes and bite my lip. She would make things easier for me by getting a little aggressive and untying my g-string. I would giggle in shyness,.