That body of yours just screams sex. You think you’re too good though. You ignore us” he says as he pulls me back up to a standing position and pu...shes me hard against the wall, bending down he picks the knife he dropped up and turns to face me “And you do anything like that again and I will slit your throat in front of your misses you understanding me?”As I look at him the feeling I felt earlier come rushing back, I want to rip this man apart with my hands, take my time slicing every inch of. At the age I was I had no idea about dildos or vibrators, even if they existed then, which I doubt. To me with my practical leanings the obvious answer was to make something myself.For months I used my home made cocks on myself and quickly discovered that they made wanking far more enjoyable, in fact I found that I could cum, hands free.I also worked out that the best way to dispose of all this spunk was to drink it, so I adopted the method of cumming into a glass and then to drink it. When I’d moved across the lobby and walked into the darkened theater the smell had been overwhelming. The pungent aroma of sex was thick in the air. The room reeked of the quasi-chlorine smell of cum, cigarettes, sweat and the pungent ammonia smell of piss. As my eyes adjusted to the dark, I crept down the aisle like a thief in the night and grabbed a seat. I was awestruck by what I saw on the screen. Like any teenager, I’d seen my share of nudie magazines. But pictures in magazines couldn’t. The bodyguards were no longer there. Abigail felt the urge to turn around and flee before having to look Gabriel in the face, but how would she explain her behavior to Anna Maria. They approached the bed. She made sure to stay way behind his grandmother. Anna Maria hugged him and spoke to him affectionately in Spanish. The sound of his voice had Abigail closing her eyes as another shudder ran rampant through her. To her utter shame, she felt when her panties grew damp again. Before she could do.