Nothing the captors could possibly do would ever break her of that certainty and she kept it hidden away deep inside where it remained her secret.Her ...friendship with Nurse Betty blossomed into a loving relationship with romantic feeling she had never experienced before. It was not related to sex or lust or any of the dirty awful things she had to do to survive. It was the touch of a finger or the sound of a single moan at just the right time. She learned the places that the dark and attractive. Je l'ai nettoyée, avec beaucoup de savon au niveau de son entre jambes, j'ai commencé par savonner sa bite et ses boules, créant une belle érection entre mes doigts savonneux. Puis j'ai nettoyé son petit trou qui semblait serré à ce moment. J'ai bien rincé.Je l'ai ensuite laissé remettre ses bas et sa petite culotte.Je l'ai amené avec la laisse sur le balcon et je l'ai mise à genoux, j'ai ouvert ma braguette et elle a sorti mon sexe et directement l'a mis en bouche.Une pipe extraordinaire, elle. You looked down at me, resting on an elbow, grinning. ‘Yeah I know, the southern thing gets worse first thing in the morning,’ I said, stretching. You moved your hand for it to rest on my stomach, the touch of you on my bear skin made me shiver, and you leaned and whispered, ‘I love the southern thing.’ I giggled, for the love of God, I giggled. I built my life on being tough and with five words I was giggling. You leaned in to nuzzle my neck, ‘okay, he’s worth the giggle’ I told myself,. I have just become a receptacle for his useless, endless chatter. I am so far beyond caring what is streamed into head that I now make no effort to take in and process all of the facts that are being introduced against my will into my subconscious and conscious mind. If I sit within talking distance then I quickly become ‘the listener’. Stories of what happened today, what he thought should have happened, what may happen tomorrow all are brought to bear on my poor abused ears. The tales of.