“I suppose begging isn’t going to help me?” I suggested.“Seriously?” he smirked, “Don’t reckon you’ve ever begged for anything, Jolie!...”I slipped off the counter, the slight jolt causing a trickle of my hot juices to escape from my soaking slit, “Nope, I guess I haven’t, Paul.” I placed my palm on his chest feeling the few hairs upon it matted with patina of fresh sweat; he backed up until his ass rested against the table and I stood before him lightly digging my fingernails into his flesh. Fr wo mje chdasi bhri nazro se dekhne lgi fr mri himmat ar bd gyi and mne unhe pkd kr apni trf khich liya fr wo mre uper aa gyi and mjje chumne lgi m b ek hath se unke boobs dba rha tha ar ik hath se unki gand masl rha tha haye kya gand thi narm ikdum ubhari hui fr 10 mnt chumne k baad unhone mjhe room m jne ka ishara kiyaFr hum dono andar aa gye and then mne unhe bed pr lita liya ar unke boobs dbane lga wo aahen bhr rhi thi aaaaaaaaahhhh hoooo eee ye sab sun kr mera lund b akad gya fr mne unki. He carries me to the bed and lays me down gently. He attaches my hands to the top of the bed. He walks away for a moment, but I can see his shadow undressing in the candle light. When he comes back, he is naked. In his hand I see a glass, and what looks like blood in it. I want it, I want to drink it. He places the glass on a table beside the bed. I stare at it. He looks at me; I feel his thoughts in my mind. The blood is an award, if and only if I let him use me and he likes it. I lay still on. I know theyturn you on, baby..." Cindy scratched her long nails on thetumescent head of Lane's organ."And ALL the other guys get release...some of the fellows at ourschool get to screw the girls, a few guys get to screw ME." Cindywinked at the camera. "And the geeky guys, well, they can play Mr.Hand...right? But Lane here, he can't even jerk off...doesn't evenhave the privileges of a 13 year old boy. He can just look at thegirls and get real frustrated, because I keep him locked up!".