Please?” “Where do you live?” “In Pottstown, on the east side in the big apartment complex on Forest Drive.” “I know where that is. Sure, it’s almost on my way to Gilbertsville.” I held the door for her and led her out to my truck. It belonged to my company—Sean Sloan Fabrications. My logo was on the door. I held it open as I commented, “I suppose that I should look for my friend, Troy, but truthfully, I haven’t seen him for more than an hour.” We talked as we drove. I learned that she was a teller at one of the local banks. The apartment complex was a bit rundown which I thought was just about right for her. I knew that tellers weren’t highly paid even though they had a lot of responsibility for thousands of dollars every day. I wasn’t expecting anything from her, but I did walk her to the door to Hardcore make sure she could get in safely. She invited me in, but I turned her down telling her that I had to get up early. “Will you wait here for just a minute?” I stood on the welcome mat while she hurried in, returning a minute later with a small sheet of paper—her name and number. “Call me, will you? You’re obviously several steps up from my soon-to-be loser ex.” She reached up then to kiss my cheek. After another thanks she closed the door and I returned to my truck. Thus began what I blowjob thought was an incredible relationship—one filled with love and mutual respect and lots of really hot sex. Now I realized that it had all been a hoax. The entire thing was created and designed to enslave me—nothing more. I was taken by surprise when Marge dropped a large dog’s choke collar over my head, pulling me up from my seated position. I had two choices—get up and follow or sit and choke to death. masturbation I followed her into the garage where she pushed me into her car’s trunk. Once the lid was closed I allowed myself to smile. cumshot These people were idiots—absolute fucking idiots. Their plot was doomed to failure for several key reasons. First, my dad had been varsity wrestling coach at Boyertown Area High School for more than thirty years. He began training me when I was three and even he said blonde I was the most determined wrestler he had ever known. I never quit—not in the classroom, not on the mat, and not at anything else, either. I had never quit then and I wouldn’t quit now. CHAPTER 3 “You’re so big, Trenok.” She gasped, sliding up my length once more, “It’s a shame that masturbation you’re wasting this gift.” I wondered, unable to ask, what they were mumbling to each other about because my body and mind were truly fucked up by that time. You like tits, I like tits. My bare hand was covered in semen. I gently pushed her leg up. I had a dream of Mrs. Greene teaching naughty blowjob lessons, including having Hardcore sex with her daughter, Allie's slutty friend Karen. I lifted it cumshot above her head, and wagged it teasingly out her reach. “Oh, ha ha.” I replied sarcastically. A blonde purple ball of energy landed before the temple, spilling Zanyia out of it. NAKED!" Dakota was moaning almost instantly. “Fuck me Liz, I’m going to cum, Oh God, yes, harder!” As I spasmed and jerked, then I fell to the floor, still shaking. Surprised, but undaunted, Megan was in pain and gasping for breath, but still ready to fight, when Rachael added, “How was that for vanilla and docile, you bimbo?” Airpower