I liked my rock a bit louder, a bit heavier but it was good. We drank and began to talk and with the lights dimmed I barely could make her outfit out....We got to talking and I told them about my job and my idea that might make it to the couch potato box. "Hey sorry to bother you but my friend over there wanted me to give you this," a woman said to me. It was a refill of the drink, I had ordered. I looked over at the friend. She was pretty, but nowhere near my type but hey if it was going to get. “I think it is time that you show me your appreciation for taking you in,” Carrie told the young teen in a soft but demanding voice, once Nicole had started breathing normal again.The moment that Nicole had been dreading ever since she had moved in with Carrie was now confronting her. She had known that she was not a lesbian because she dreamed of one day getting married and having a child. Nicole was not sexually attracted to Carrie, but she knew that she had to perform as a lesbian for. Nasem = ”You missed them?” Me = “Yeah, I did!”Nasem = “They missed you too.”Hearing this I started biting her soft, pink nipples aggressively and then after 2-3 minutes I started squeezing them real hard and while I was doing this she was crying in pleasure because as I told you people in my previous story she’s got really sensitive boobs. I squeezed and bit her left boob so hard that I don’t know how but a few drops of breast milk came out of her boob and sucked and drank every drop of. Here she was raped often, far more than the other prisoners, a fact she correctly ascribed to the rarity of a white woman in captivity. Clearly her captors thought they had nothing to fear from her family.More shocking to her, and something she still did not want to think about, was the fact that at every rape, even the anal ones, she had a wild coursing series of ecstatic thrills through her whole body, similar to that when her husband took her on their wedding evening, and again later that.