If you're familiar with her adventures, you might like the thread I'm currently focused on, which is called "Jake and Abbie Go to a Wedding." It's the... longest story to date, and features extensive and varied scenes over the course of a wild wedding weekend. She was making small talk in the coffee room with a guy from work, Jake, and the subject came up of how she helped a friend paint her bedroom over the weekend. Jake knew Abbie was always one to say yes to her friends, so Jake casually asked. I wanted you to be my dove. You have positive emotion, sincerity, and kindness. You are the light baby. You have the white wings of a Dove."She was shocked by the fact that I said about her being a Dove, to which she believed the fact was another meaning that I love her. To which I did. But I turned around thinking that I was a fool saying that she is my dove. But she stopped me and turned me around, and started to kiss me passionately. I can feel her lips locked to mine, I can feel that. I just hoped that she had enough sense to make herself scarce. “Put me down this instant,” Olivia managed a weak protest. “Not on your life, sister. You’re coming with me. Now behave, or I’ll give the spanking you deserve once we’re clear of this place.” That seemed to shut her up, although by the sound of her soft gasp, I wondered if maybe she wasn’t warming up to the possibility. Pushing that thought as far away as I could, I made a bee-line for the garden wall. If there was one thing I was. Perhaps it was a product of their generally monotonous occupation. Or perhaps it was a natural product of having a naked, bound sex slave constantly available to them in the back seat, willing and ready to indulge their every desire. In any case, somewhere in the former West Germany I lost count of how many times they had put me to their uses. After having exploited my more conventional uses, they had each used their hands to bring themselves to climax, aiming at my wide-open mouth or at my.