My eyes remain fixed on you as I follow. You crawl on top of the platform before turning to look back at me as you slide your panties down to your kne...es. Then, smiling, you lower your head to the ground, reaching back to pull the remainder of your skirt up as you grip each buttcheek and pry them apart. I don’t need to be told twice.In a few long strides, I’m behind you. My breath tickles the inside of your thighs as I admire how open you are. I dapple your crevice with soft kisses, hinting at. Becks," Michael tried out the variations. "Ithink 'slut' suits you better, don't you? Our names should befit us, I think.You can be Slut, and I'll be Mister Rapist. We're going to have a little roleplay,Becky!" "Please, just let me go..." Rebecca whined, but Michael held hersteady. "No," he said, evenly. "No, slut. Not 'til you live up to yourname. Not 'til you give me what all those shy looks and sweet words have promised.I didn't spend all that money on fucking alcohol to be turned down!". My nine incher was saluting her in her sleep. I thought it may be an accident and went to sleep again. But could not sleep as a sexy she was in front of me having her hands and legs over my body. As I too was tired, my eyes after a while closed and I went into a deep sleep. I woke up suddenly, but now her legs were not over me but her hands were just over my shorts’ thought even that may be an accident. But waited to see her moves. Soon after sometimes she put her hands on my short and then. ‘It’s nothing to worry about.’ ‘Lie back. Let me see the wound.’ ‘No! Anna, the scar is horrible. I can barely look at it myself.’ ‘I doubt that it is the worst shrapnel injury I have seen. Take off your trousers and let me see.’ I commanded. Erich did as he was told. I turned my back as he shed his trousers and covered himself with the coverlet. When he was ready, I studied the wound. Shrapnel had ripped through his left thigh, leaving a deeply pitted scar. The scar itself was deep, rough,.