She turned around and gave one last look at the old man, but he was gone.Deciding she had enough shopping for the day, she went home and changed into ...her comfy clothes, black yoga pants and a white tank top.She decided to let her small chest hang free, after all, she wasn't expecting anyone.She set the book down and turned on the TV.Flipping through channels, she saw absolutely nothing was on, except those reality shows with women with exaggerated figures. You know the ones with women who have. As you go to speak He stops you with a finger to your lips.... then He moves your hand up and quickly ties your wrist to the bed head.... with leisurely moves He quickly ties your other hand up... saying nothing He kisses down your body to your pussy...One taste... He looks up at you and says "you've been bad... I'm the one that should have done that to you..." then He moves away... you feel disappointed until He returns to the bedside... this time He leans down and whispers "you'll have to be. Then you’ll have accomplished two things. The MYF will have set up the tables for the rummage sale during your term. The next year’s MYF will have people who know how to do it. If those guys have the brains God gave little grasshoppers, they’ll recruit sophomores – well, juniors next year -- to continue the tradition. If not, you’ll have done what you could in your term. And, really, Mr. Hagopian might well prefer to ask the MYF for help than to set up the tables himself. Anyway, that’s the. ” “I promised I’d be gentle though dude.” “You promised, I didn’t promise shit. She kicked me in the FACE. I’m not just gunna let her do what she wants and kick me in the fucking face.” Dale gripped her leg tight, so she wasn’t able to move it at all, Garret grabbing the other leg and cuffing it to the bed along with Dale. Hayly’s head was turned to the side, her cheek bright red, he eyes flooding with tears. “I feel like I’m gunna die… I don’t want this.” Dale brought out the bag and took out.