I had always been a leg man. Perhaps that’s what caught my attention. She loved to wear short skirts, not the vulgar slutty type, but short enough t...o expose their tone and beauty, yet hiding enough to make me desire the treasure that rests at the apex of those wonderful legs. In time I learned to love her soul as well as her body. She is a kind, gentle spirit who loves a sunny day among the beauty of a flower filled garden. She cries when she knows others are in pain; she cries with me when we. His dick’s thick head was well past the back of her mouth and causing her to gag and choke around the foreign object, which essentially was strangling her.“Come on my little slave slut, use them throat muscles. Massage Daddy’s cock like your life depends on it…Cause maybe it does.” He laughed, gripping her nose with one hand and sealing it shut.Her eyes began to bulge open and her tongue fought against the base of the cock that was pinning it down. Her hands clawed at the air and her severely. Carolyn’s husband shut off the mower and waited for her to approach him.He called to her from a few steps away, not leaving his station. “How about a kiss from my executive-grade wife?”She shrugged and said, “Oh, honey. I just got these new tennis and if I walk on the freshly mowed grass, I’ll get green stains on them.”“Suit yourself. Let me finish this section and we can chat about your trip.” He studied her walk as she wheeled her one large suitcase into the open garage door.Les wondered. I kicked at her and she backed away; the two women were trying to push me down again—and that’s when I was grabbed by Papa! And two policemen grabbed the women who were trying to hold me,” she gasped, her tears flowing now.Denise wrapped her in a hug.“Yes, I wasn’t quite in time,” Hadad picked up the story. “I had learned where she was taken and got the police to go with me by claiming a kidnaping, which it really was, and I did rescue her, but she had apparently struggled fearsomely and that.