“Sure, what is it?” We were facing each other, standing behind the couch. “That you won’t embellish stories any more.” “I didn’t embelli...sh,” I tried to defend myself. All I had done was take liberties with the characters in the story. Relenting, “I won’t.” “Something else…” she had pulled down my pants and took my cock in her hand. “Don’t even THINK of bending ME over that couch again,” she said, emphasizing each of the ten words with a tug, pulling sharply when she got to ‘THINK and ME.’. Do you have any ready?"She smiled up at me, pointed at the coils of rope behind her and went back to her work.I picked up four of the heavy coils of vines and carried them to the Hummer. The girls joined me and watched as I made a slip loop and wrapped the rope about three feet up the base of the first log. The second rope went around the top part, and then we started rolling the logs together and tying them together. Two hours after we started, we had the first ten logs tied together.When we. Then one of the men said to her ms. are u okay, maliha looked back at the big ugly black bear of a man as he just kept the same rhythm of plowing his huge cock up her ass and looked up at tyrones angry black eyes and said aiii yesss yess aiii im okayyy aiii aii thank you aaii aiii. tyrone leaned in to her ear and said ur welcome u little slut wife, maliha quickly looked away from him, hey miss do u live in apt 631c. aaii yess aiii aii i do, well your husband is on his way up we told him you. She was now alone with the classroom of boys, immediately there was surge of whispered comments; she could hear some clearly talking about her body, trying to pretend it did not worry her she looked at the faces in front. All of them were obviously looking down at her sex, but the boy who had been looking at her face only was still doing so, she found it difficult to pull her eyes away from him.The teacher returned to the classroom, the whispered comment stopping as soon as the storeroom door.