But I noted, that she never once referred to her as Kylie. That implied to me that Helen Carpenter had never actually met Kylie, or ,if she had, Kylie... hadn’t… well chosen her as a close friend. I don’t know if you’ve ever had the dubious pleasure of being questioned by the police, especially when they know something that you don’t. But, whilst Helen was interrogating me — because that was what she did, even if she did try to be subtle about it — I got the distinct feeling that she knew. “Where are they holding my Familiar?” I demanded, staring into his eyes. I could see him quiver in fear and could tell that he wasn’t lying, but was telling the truth as he knew it.“Th ... the Familiar is in Bruiser’s apartment,” he stammered as Mandara moved closer to his chest.“Is Bruiser the Boss?” I demanded.“Yes, he has the best apartment on this level,” he replied still shaking.“Where is the apartment?”“It’s on the second level in the middle of our area and on the front row, so he can. He parted the lips of your pussy, lubricating the head of his shaft with your more than ample juice. He worked the head in, his size stretching your well fucked cunt, and steadily slid in too the base. You gasped at the sheer size of the flesh covered log as he buried himself inside you. You looked more like you were being impaled than being fucked. You became frenzied, sucking the cock matching the same rhythm with which you were being fucked, tonguing his balls. He reached under you pinching. I was saying no, but my pussy was throwing aroma of my juice in air, in no time I and he could smell my virginal juice. After tying my hands, he started kissing me at my upper body and started working on my breast.Noooo rrrrameshhhh no stoop, he opened all 3 hooks of my gown and enjoying my big and milky breasts. He was sucking, crushing and biting them, my struggle was very week, unknowingly I spread my thighs wider and my hips are in the air. He understood and pulled my gown up to my waist.