, eyes searching out the few natural landmarks she had memorized in her time there and ticked them off. She knew exactly, precisely where she was goin...g and her running was not panicked, not thrashing and wild. She ran like she had been trained to, tight, controlled with not a movement wasted. She was aware of the burning in her throat, chest and muscles. She could hear her breathing, hard and ragged and she could feel her head getting lighter and lighter. Still she ran. If you do need to run,. She could see Trey' couldn't take much more, she had dialed it up as far as she dared take it for now. Her words registered to him, but it was like he was in his own world. He focused heavily on the fact that he would get to finally stick his penis in her at the end of the month, even as the feeling in the pit of his stomach turned and turned, he did not want to admit she was getting to him.She pushed on regardless, seeing how close he was, "You can think about me if you want, Trey. It doesn't. The stories she read had often aroused her so much that she had to cover her mouth as her right hand fingered her clit and forced her to cum. Now here she was, on the verge of revealing her dark sexual side, reading the latest kinky tale, while Pierre impatiently waited outside her bedroom door.After sitting at her computer and reading a story of a submissive woman being introduced to the world of exhibitionism and sexual slavery, Darla was ready to fuck, as sweat covered her breasts as she. I was wearing a figurehugging skirt that rested just above my knee, a beautiful silk blousewith a plunging neckline which emphasised my wonderful cleavage,especially as I was wearing a rather daring push-up bra! The guards allwished him well and I'm sure they thought he would be in bed with me assoon as we got home!Henry held my hand as we walked out of the prison together. It was abeautiful sunny day and I was the happiest woman alive. When we gotback to Henry's house I felt the situation get.