A thin blue line underneath the search bar slowly made its way across the screen. The website opened, at the top left corner Dark Kent saw an envelope... slowly circling, above it slightly to the right was the number forty three. “Forty three fucking messages.” Dark Kent sighed. He touched the envelope icon, the messages screen opened. Glancing over the titles of messages, he saw it was more of the same. Titles that said ‘I got a big dick for you’ or ‘A real man is what you need’ Dark Kent shook. Then I heard them laughing, saying that my thighs just twitched and they had seen my pussy lips moving under the thong fabric…I found my voice: “Get off, your perverts and leave me alone”. I cried...“You are the pervert, Ana… just one touch on a nipple and your cunt soaks” I got again speechless; mostly because I knew this was true and I was starting to let my body dictate my actions. Sensing this George smiled and said:Now we can let her go lads, her legs are opening on their own…”Hearing this. She stands in front of the fruit bowl, fingers running over smooth skin.Tears picked up the pigment from her makeup- that he’d had to stipulate, out of irritated necessity, should not be waterproof- and rivulets of her teary mascara and snot adorning his cock rewarded him. Returning to the other end of the table, he sits, and folds his cuffs half-way up his forearms. Loosening rope, randomly yet with patience, he clasps his fingers, and presses his palms into the small of her back.She. Once the trial was over, he had all intentions of contacting his old college buddy and expressing his approval, followed with congratulations and cognac. ‘Their relationship had become rocky at best, but it was the night he learned of her true plan that things went straight down hill.’ Raul shook his head thinking of that night. THAT NIGHT… Brad Lowell took one last pull from his cigarette before walking into Lana’s apartment. Brad was changing, for the first time in his life he felt like he.