The bottle began to represent my freedom as Iraced to gulp down what was left despite its insipid taste, and I felta rush of excitement as I realised ...I was coming to the end. I was surethat Sara would hold up her end of the bargain, so I was only a fewounces away from victory."Oh my God," came a familiar voice from the doorway, and I swung myhead around quickly to see Fran standing with hand to mouth lookingmore shocked than I had ever seen before."Hey you haven't finished," Ellie complained,. Another exhale completed, I took a quick breath and exhaled in a relief kind of way, because it felt good, it felt really good him being inside me. Another minute and he started to move himself in and out of me slowly, loosening me up a little more, so he could get every millimetre inside of me, and then he held me tight around the waist as he pushed in as far as he could and held me there for what seemed like an age.I just wanted him to have his way with me, to enjoy his prick inside of me,. My fingers are hot with your juices. I can feel you pushing your body against me. You want me to finish you. Not yet. I want to taste you first. Guide my fingers to your mouth, slave. Taste them for me. 'It was like he was in the room with her, and the words on the page almost took on a real voice. Without hesitation, Miranda brought her fingers to her lips, and sunk them to her mouth. She sucked them eagerly, working her tongue around her fingers. Her taste was strong.' Look me in the eyes. I. He'd gone through the shock of finding out his parents were gone. Denial had run its course along with pain and guilt. Being without parents or siblings and then having the business snatched away had brought out feelings of anger and "why me?"He was now just lonely and depressed. We spent a lot of time driving and I would talk about his parents and memories that I had with them. He would tell me stories and then would zone out to reflect on other memories and emotions. He needed time, and a.