Pushing his fingers deep in her what else. Oh fuck daddy I want you to use me as your nasty slut to do what ever you please to me mmmmmm please please... don’t stop ahhhh. He starts to finger fuck her harder oh fuck yes yes yes oh daddy fuck me. He stops and tell her to get out she looks out and sees they are in a parking lot not wanting to disobey she get out he comes up behind her slightly pushing her to the front of the car then bending her over the hood and lifting her skirt up ripping her. If my mind would only let me focus on that thought long enough to realize its heavy truth.But alas, I cannot.The Gathering is upon me, once again.My body reacts in violent protest to images that fade from my memory like cold breathe on a winter's night. Bracing myself up on sweat-soaked arms, my heart pounds madly in my chest and my lungs pump furiously as if to fight off suffocation. Perhaps that is not such an unusual physical response. Staring around the room I feel trapped somehow; pinned. .phir me nahane ke liye bathroom gaya.bathroom me naha raha tha to meri najar achank buaa ki braa aur pink pantiee par padi mene pantiee ko jese hi hath me li ki mera land pura khada ho gaya.buaa ki pantiee fashionable morden aurto ki tarah western tipe ki thi..buaa ki pantiee kammar se bahoot wide size ki thi.phir mujse raha na gaya aur me buaa ki pantiee ko apane chahere se lagakar dusare hath se muth marne laga.phir buaa ne bahar se aavaj lagayee rinku khane me kya khaoge mene kaha kuch bhi. With tears trickling from his eyes, the big burly man climbed off the stage. "Now, can we have Merle come forward?" asked Gwen. "Does anyone see Merle? We have a song especially for him!"There was a ripple in the crowd and soon Merle was guided to the front of the make-shift stage. "This song is for Merle, as well as bikers everywhere," yelled Gwen to the crowd as she adjusted the microphone she was wearing.Suddenly the band began playing hard and fast as Gwen stepped to the front. Steve came.