“That’s better ‘ smooth and you smell so sweet,” purredRed Lips. I could feel the burning of my balls. I wasscared she had don...e more than just shave me. “Myfavorite scent channel no. 5.”“What do you want with me? Why have you taken me? Letme go! If the authorities get involved it will be akidnapping charge against you all,” I bellowed.“You’re OUR guest; we chose you last night for a numberof reasons and brought you here. WE will treat. Behind the dresser is a massive dressing mirror, in front a red velvet covered chair of deep oak. The bed. The centerpiece of the flower filled room, the scent of lilac and lavender filling the air. A bed fit for a king. A bed fit for a king to ravage his queen. You lay me down on the white downy softness. Stepping back you stand in front of me. Like a master pursuing the blossoming flowers of his regal garden your eyes graze my body from head to toe. Then, in one graceful stroke you glide the. His tight asshole slid easily over the head of her dick. Jessica let loose a girlish moan as she sank fully into him. Cliff's ass tightened as he was suddenly filled up but he was through with resisting now. He lay, resigned, and let Jessica have her way with him.His cock, however, was anything but resigned and certainly didn't lie."Oh yeah, we knew you would like that. A nice warm cock in your asshole. I bet you can't wait for her to start fucking you!" Becca murmured to him and Jessica began. And it has to be done. Now listen. This is what I've been thinking... '... The train began to slow down as we approached another station,. The change in pace had disturbed my recollection and I smiled as I thought of how our talk had ended that night:... Aunt Ellen had certainly thought about my situation. Her advice had several over-riding concerns: I was not to get involved in a series of promiscuous relationships; I was to avoid young girls who would be seeking the kind of emotion-charged.