Our coffees are over and I pay the bill and go to the car and began driving back from where I picked him up from.I drop him at the main gate. He asks ...me if I wanted to see his apartment, I m a bit hesitant but say yes, park my car and walk to his apartment, it is a nice descent 1 bedroom apartment, clean and scantly furnished with a throw rug in the living room, and a single bed in the bedroom and a wardrobe and AC, he tell me this is his place it is small but he calls it home, I notice his. My senses are suddenly reeling, where am I, what has happened? I become acutely aware of the fact that I am restrained, spreadeagled over a very uncomfortable barrel.I slowly open my eyes almost afraid to take in my surroundings. As I focus in the dimly lit room, it seems as if I find myself in a cellar as the air has a certain damp smell to it. I suddenly sense that I am not alone in the room.Your boyfreind is standing looking down at me naked as the day he was born. He has a humongous. Most certainly since the previous afternoon, when during the course of filming David Harris had made her cum like never before, almost to the extent Catherine had seen their union as more passionate love making than coerced fucking before an audience and cameras, so consumed with desire had she been.So the following morning, after a night spent in the arms and under the control of the teenage David Harris and his seemingly insatiable sexual appetite, Catherine found herself gazing in awe and. I guided them to one of the bedrooms and we all got comfortable on the bed. We sat in a circle in the dark, taking turns illuminating the room to make sure no ghosts had joined us. Paula initiated the first contact."Let him kiss you," she said, speaking to Margaret. She shined the light in the younger girl's eyes, making her put her hand up to shield them. Margaret didn't show any signs of following Paula's suggestion so I leaned over and gave her a gentle peck on the cheek."That's not how you.