I stand up from my chair, and immediately fall over to my side. My legs were too weak from the loss of blood flow from sitting in a chair tied up for days, having absolutely no movement! “Luke! Are you ok??” I stay on the floor for a few moments and finally reach up to the bed to use as support to pick me up. “I’m ok...just need a moment to breathe...” I’m slowly able to regain my balance. Immediately I grab a plastic cup next to the television and make my way to the bathroom. I turn on the faucet and pour the tap water into the cup. I start to drink up and hydrate. Words cannot describe how dry my mouth is!! After about ten cups of water, I pour a cup for Violet and make my way to her. I pour the water down her mouth for her. She drinks it down, relieved to finally replenish her thirst! “Luke...if you want me to escape with you, you’re going to have to use that knife and cut these cuffs off of me! Clark always takes the key for the cuffs with him! Just know that....it’s not too late for you to escape and run away! You have a full life ahead of you! If you don’t leave in time, he’ll kill us both! I’ll always be here amateur for you babe! I need you to know that!” I look at Violet, she’s all bruised up. I can see the look of fear and desperation in her eyes. I reach over and touch her face. I lean my head into hers and for the first time in a while, we share a kiss. It’s a deep passionate kiss, but it feels so different. It almost feels like a goodbye. Determined, I grab the knife. “I’ll get you out of here Violet! I will NEVER leave you!” Violet smiles weakly and nods her head. She understood. While my hand was still there, Harvey said, "I'd try to kiss you, but I saw what happened to the last guy who tried that." She froze in place when realization hit her. Beth felt even more guilty and concerned, when he proclaimed, “the beating was the best thing that has happened to me!” Adding that he could not return to how it was before. That is a shame too. She's facing the amateur guy fucking me. I then feel a guy sucking on my tits All the cars had stopped, forming a perpetual traffic jam. This time I could feel my pussy leaking all over my panties and my fingers were slippery from my wetness. But I will say, you are both extremely sexual and neither is better than the other, although she is not the keenest at swallowing.
"Sure, who's there to tell? Besides, as you said . . . Mr. Jenkins isn't here anymore." "Yeah, well. Anyway, I used to be self-conscious about my body something awful. I hated these things that were growing on my chest. I wasn't used to them, and they were kinda throwing me off balance when I walked. I felt like a freak and I was miserable all the time." "My god, when amateur was that?" Mike asked. "A year or two ago. You didn't know me back then. Hardly anybody did. I wasn't into making friends, I was only into hating my body and stuff." Haley 's words seem to float in a surreal pattern as Mike listened to her while his fingers continued exploring her large breasts. Mike was trying very hard to comprehend what she was saying in hopes of staving off his inevitable orgasm that would put an end to his play for the day. Her words and their meanings seemed to ebb and flow in and out of his thought processes. Haley was saying, "Then one day Mr. Jenkins asked me if I would be interested in helping him inventory the history supplies after school that day. I always liked Mr. Jenkins . . . he seemed to take a real interest in me, and he was always pleasant and helpful if I had a question. And both my parents work, so there was no real reason for me to hurry home after school. I can look up your parents' cell phone numbers in seconds, and you both know that." We get in and she starts driving. Michael stands now, mounted amateur on an elegant base in the library. Gemma had her fingers inside her younger sister as they continued kissing. So-so deep!"
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