Of course, I would love to go to her home and stay the night there. But, don't you have a problem with it." Of course not, but I would like your dad t...o bring you to their home. I ... I don't think it is safe for you to ride your bike to their home on your own." Oh, I will be fine!" Sandra said."No, no! Your dad will bring you." Okay," Sandra gave in. Her mother was probably right. Although, Sandra still didn't think it would be unsafe for her to ride her bike to Martha's home."Okay, well, you. Do you imagine what I am doing? Do you see me playing with my hair? Do you imagine me naked when I tell you I am still in bed? In your mind, are you watching my fingers caress my breasts, circling my nipples, pinching them, pulling them, and rolling them between my fingers? I try not to imagine you in your car or your office or work lavatory hand down your pants. I prefer to imagine you at home, music or television on in the background, reading our words. I imagine our heads taking us to the. Standing up, I leaned over the sink and looking up into the mirror I told him: "I want to feel your huge dick in my pussy… could you do it for me…”?The young black guy laughed as he stepped up behind me and quickly put the fat head of his cock against my wet open pussy lips…I felt him stretching me out. He pushed forward and the sound of him squishing into my wetness was something that made me tremble and think I might cum on his very first stroke. Then he slapped my ass cheeks a couple times. Her wrists were tied tightly behind her. Her elbows were bound as well. Her ankles were bound to the legs of the sawhorse. The legs of the sawhorse had been set into the concrete floor.She tried again to say something and failed. Her only sound was an unintelligible mmph. Her thong had been stuffed into her mouth. A ball gag had been placed in her mouth as well. An elastic bandage had been wrapped around her head at mouth level. The bandage had then been covered by several layers of.