Goodbye, for now, sweetheart. He left, locking the basement door behind him, and I knew I was screwed. Whatever he had in store for me wasnt going to ...be pleasant, and would possibly kill me, but, I realized that I would have to do what he said. There was no escape. *** I didnt sleep at all that night, and bright and early the next morning, he was back. This time, he had a large bag with him, and he grinned when he saw me. Well, well, well, youre still here. Are you ready to have some fun? I. The baggy tracksuit pants slipped off easily. He quickly pulled his T-shirt over his head and threw it to the side with my underwear.“Don’t move, just relax,” I said. “And keep your hands to yourself.”Liam reclined against the stack of cushions and folded his arms behind his head as I crawled up from the end of the bed, moving my breasts and lips over his feet, calves and thighs. I pulled back at the base of his cock and scraped my hair to one side, before plunging it into my mouth and swirling. She traces her hands up and down the sides of her body as I am doing, raises her knee a few inches and places one high heel on the bar running the perimeter of the room. She proceeds to unbuckle the clasps of her suspenders, first the right, then swaps feet on the railing to unsnap the left, finally reaching behind to undo the rear catches against her trim thighs. The thin strips of material loop and swing side-to-side as she sways again, picking up the beat. Above in my room I marvel at her. Lynne lay back on her elbows and watched as Terry slipped a second finger inside her alongside the first. That felt soooo much better! And what Terry had said about her hole getting bigger was true. She'd barely been able to get her own small finger inside, and now he had two of his thicker ones, reaming gently in and out.The sensation had moved to her belly, and she gritted her teeth to stop herself moaning in pleasure.Then Terry's fingers pressed against her hymen and she felt it.