Nipple chusne lAGA woh uooh ohhh……….. karne lagi siskiya lene lagi . phir mine niche jane laga aur usne mera head pakad liya aur kaha ke yeh mat... karo wahan gandagi hai maine kaha chalega phir maine uski clitoris ko jeeb se chatne laga pahle taste bitter tha phir thodi der baad maja aane lag phis thodi der chatne ke baad maine apna 7 inch ka lund uske vagina pe rub karne laga wohn ohhhhh ahhhhhhhhhhhhhh karne lagi phir maine ek stroke kiya woh chilla. The street ahead looked empty and brightly lit so I turned into the first dark alley I came to.Only a little light shown in the alley and that was from small windows at the back of some buildings, the place looked desolate. I felt completely alone as I walked on. I didn't know he was there until I walked past him; he reached out and grabbed me. He grabbed my arm and pulled me into the blackness he was standing in. Suddenly I was pushed against a wall; my heart was racing as my back pressed. Online research shed little light on this strange sex-life. She recognized that she was some sort of sex-slave though. She could escape, but the intense multiple orgasms had a grip on her, like a drug.She resumed going to the church of her childhood. Not sure what she was looking for, it gave a bit of normalcy. Maybe her soul needed saving?On the weekends she would sometimes see Adam, alone or in the company of various women, usually older than herself. He would barely acknowledge her presence. I was so mortified. "What do I do?" I thought to myself. I ran up to my room. I just sat down and dropped my head into my hands. RyRy came in, sat down next to me, and rested her hand on my back. Normally, Ry would wait until I talked. But this time she didn't even wait, and just started talking. "I'm sorry Billy," she said "I got scared. I didn't know what touched me there. I felt your hands on my back, and just got spooked." I couldn't talk. I could barely think. But Ry always knew exactly.