One is obvious; the other is hiding in the shadows, just peeking out. If you know my desires and me, and if you have read of my tales and stories befo...re you may be able to figure it out for yourself. Did I do a well enough job to keep even you guessing, O dear reader? The old house is quiet; everyone is gone, but he and I. We have the whole weekend to ourselves, not that it would matter as such. We always do what we want to anyway.Even as a young kid, I always loved it when he tied me up. Do. I placed my hands on her hips, controlling her light body and helping her work further down my pole. The deeper she went, the louder she moaned. By the time she had 6 inches inside of her she was so tight I didn’t know if her pussy would be able to accommodate me entire length. Like a real trooper, though, she lifted herself to the tip of my dick and forced all of her weight down, finally fitting all of my cock inside of her. When she bottomed out on my rod, I felt my dick push hard against. Bec: Um. Yes. Sorry. Angie ran to the door and opened it. She can only just reach the door handle. It didn’t use to be a problem but she’s been growing and ... sorry. That’s not important.Comment: Bec looked flustered. Perhaps the interruption from Mahler had thrown her off. Peter took her hand and gave it a squeeze. Bec looked at him and forced a small smile and then nodded. She took a deep breath and started again.Bec: Once Angela opened the door, the bigger of the two men forced the door. Shifting her weight from foot to foot she had tried to ease the pain growing harsher and sharper in her shoulders. Her tears had turned to sobs. Her confidence, her silly innocent misjudgment of the boy she had ridiculed, had turned to a cold fear. He had to come back, she told herself.She must have passed out. The room had grown quite a bit colder when she awoke to a strange sound in the distance, a sound different from the creaks and groans of the ancient warehouse and unlike the myriad.