He doesn't know what I write about, he just knows I do." You're doing the right thing Ronnie. Don't fret over that. Don't feel like you're living a li...e here with me right now. You, and me for that matter, are just closing a door that was left open. I still can't wait to see Randy, and I miss him like crazy. I truly can love two people like this. THAT'S what amazes me. Our memories of the past few days, especially last night, are vivid and will feed my dreams for a long time. I'll never say. “I am sixteen now, you know. And I don’t think that you’re old either. In fact I think you’re very sexy.” She hissed her words into my ear sending chills through my body and making my member get harder than it had been in a long time.“I don’t know, Brittany” I scooted away from the girl a little bit, “This just doesn’t seem right. If anyone found out I could get into a lot of trouble.”“Nobody will ever find out. This stays just between us, right?” Using my own line on me, Brittany. They never speak. One of them waves me across to the opposite wall, pointing a sort of gun. It is like the weapon the girl in London pointed at me, when I was taken. Kidnapped. The other guard carries in a small flimsy plastic bucket with bread, fruit and water. He leaves the new one on the floor and retrieves the old one. He points to the right of the door, to show me where I am supposed to leave it when I have finished. And that is all that happens. Day after day. Actually, there is. The shaman pumped his cock deeply between her thighs, stroking her core with the full length of his cock as her body responded to the frenzy of his punishing fucks, riding another wave as a second friction-induced orgasm tore through her. The naked beauty could only clench her teeth and moan as her cunt greedily convulsed on the shaft of the 70-year-old shaman, her honor in tatters."You bastard!" she moaned, her pussy continuing to coat his cock in her juices. Her head thrashed back and forth.