She sighed and licked her lips. The squeezing became kneading and I could swear I felt them firm up. Then I turned my attention to her perky nipples: ...I teased and tuned, flick and pinched them and I could hear the tone of her moans rise.Without leaving her breasts unattended, I moved down one hand caressing the soft skin of her belly, and moving more south to caress her perfect camel toe. I could feel her clit swell through her pink undies, which rapidly darkened with moist. I felt like some. They also want sex and to think they are wonderful lovers and irresistible. They won't hesitate to rape and kill us, but if we make them think we like them, maybe we can live long enough to escape. Somebody has to be looking for us."Her strategy only worked so far. Their captors were less brutal than they might have been, but the women and girls were kept naked and locked up most of the time.Carole was also in demand as a cook. She considered poisoning her captors but was unwilling to risk. And I can always spend the rest of my life regretting that it wasn't you, it was someone else. Who's to say that wouldn't happen? Uncle Randy, if it's going to be a mistake, let me make the mistake, don't make one for me. It's my life, remember? You said so yourself." I also remember you saying that your parents had some say so..." When Mom said she was sending me here, did she tell you not to fuck me?" Well, she thought I wasn't straight. It never occurred to her to say that or she would. Lamont, u don’t know dat, He’s cool.I don’t trust dat MF, gotta keep keep an eye on him.Cool!! Shit thought Lamont. Fucking shifty fat ass greasy MFer. Wonder why fuckin Cyrus likes him.One ugly asshole, dat for shore. Lamont looked over at Lisa, she's not moved, still out. Hope……………..(Lisa loved the morning Blue Hour. As long as she could remember this was time with her Dad.They would run before sun up, fog, rain snow, they would run. When she was young Dad would leadwith the running.