Her blouse is torn and bloody where she was stabbed when she surprised her kidnapper and finally overpowered him by knocking him in the head with a pi...ece of wood. Once she worked her ropes loose, she had fearfully waited until the second man had gone hunting to improve her odds of escape, hoping and praying that no one would check her bindings before then.Getting her second wind, she turns to continue her flight and runs right into her second kidnapper!She screams!She tears herself out of his. And her tongue continues to flick against that spot that she knew now by instinct. She presses more, engulfing half of his shaft into her greedy mouth, hot breath and the soft cushion of her tongue sliding down further. She never breaks his gaze, loving every moment of bliss and torment written across his adored features as she engulfs him even more, head bobbing in a soft rhythm, each thrust taking him deeper and deeper. Her tongue continues to swirl along his length, even as he pops through. ‘Pussy’, she replied and started caressing my semi hard cock. What is my thing called? I asked. ‘Cock’ she replied and kissed my chest again closing her eyes and slapping her hand on my chest lovingly.I responded her lovingness, with repeated kisses on her face, holding her from shoulder and kissing her every where and embracing her tight every now and than. She also responded with similar things copying my doing. She was getting open up with me, and I was sure she liked what we did, and sure. I’ve always liked pens and fancy papers, the cool things for organizing everything, stuff like that. And it’s a great place when you need to curl into a ball in the back of the stockroom for an hour. Megan’s sister owns it. She’s so great about it.”Scott tried not to bore her with power ratings, azimuth angles, inverters, and net metering, but Lara’s eyes never glazed over once. She asked questions and joked, her dark eyes sparkling. He relaxed enough to stop talking like city folk. Lara didn’t.