I convulsed, body snapping left and right, my thighs involuntarily scissoring Marco's sucking head with full force, calves locked solid and straight a...s the dear boy drove his tongue deep into my cunt, sucking madly, drawing every sweet ounce of his youthful jism into his mouth, swallowing to keep from drowning. My thighs spasmed around his head, quivering from squeezing him so hard but I couldn't stop, nor stop cumming for the full two minutes it took him to completely suck my cunt clean of his. "Whats goin on here" the officer askedShe pointed at me and said "That perv is trying to rape me take him away". I denied the situation of course; one thing I've learned about jail; it isn't fun.Unfortunately the next thing I discovered was that my boarding pass nearly matched hers; we sat sidebyside. Great work, Sherlock.The first part of the ride was a bit uncomftorable with her staring at me like she was cursing me to die. But then I dont know what the hell she was doing I think. She’d brought him to mind because this novel she had commissioned, now changing form to become Hope’s autobiography. Talking about the project kept reviving his influence — good and bad, after all, he was one of the original sinners of the valley. Her mind slipped back to 1993.In mid-March of that year, two months after his seventy-second birthday, Cedric Honeybun watched the last of the hand-picked grapes in the Home Paddock being trucked off to the winery with Hope leaning on the rail of the. ” Otmar said, his voice thick. I smelled shame bleeding off of him. “Just like Swanhilda's husband, our God made an oath. He could not break it. Nor could he change how his heart felt. He could only hope that Biaute would one day stop hurting him.”That sounded utterly foolish. Why be with someone that caused you pain. My last Masters hurt me all the time. But Sven... I chose him to be my owner. He didn't hurt me. Well, he did, but in a way that made me feel even sexier. But he didn't injure my.