She flung it on the carpet, before unfastening her hair clasp and flinging it on top of it. Her chestnut brown hair fell over her shoulders. I moved... over to her and held her round the waist. “Do you want me on the bed?” she whispered softly in my ear. “Yeah. You know I do.” We relaxed our embrace and both moved towards the bed, before she sat on edge of the mattress behind her. I leaned forward and placing my hands on her thighs, moved them upwards until I had pushed her tight skirt up. He pulled you back roughly, pushing you down onto your back, yelling, open your mouth, whore!You saw the horsecock; it had to have been 10-12 long and 6 around you gaped at it, not able to grasp the concept that that monster had been buried in your ass! Then you heard let’s give her a fucking cumbath boys! he said. They all stood over your face, jacking their big dicks furiously for a minute or two, then you were hit with flying gobs and gobs and gobs of hot sticky goo, all over your face and. He couldn’t do this. He felt like Damian’s puppet. It felt wrong on countless levels. Britt peered around from the front of the pillory. Something that approached a smile played on her lips. Her eyes met George’s and he realized at once that she knew. Her smile gave him confidence. ‘I’m putting a stop to this,’ he whispered. Damian cocked an eyebrow. ‘I know what you’re trying to do, but I’m finishing this. Now.’ Damian leaned against the wall, arms crossed, an unreadable expression on his. You haven't gotten to know Sara very well, you've only had a handful of inconsequential conversations with her, but she seems very fun. She doesn't always come to hang out with you and the rest of the residents, but when she does, she certainly brings a good time with her. You also know that you share a wall with her; your bed is up against the wall, and on the other side is hers. This is a fact that you've been acutely aware of on nights when you stay up secretly stroking yourself, wondering.