She thought about the dragonfly she had wanted. Like many mothers and daughters she blonde felt like her mother was too strict and was constantly changing the rules when she would try new things that before were not restricted by a rule, like getting a ride home with a boy named Luke in his car. She was honest telling her mom she had done so and then suddenly she wasn't allowed to ride home with a boy from school any longer. That same boy, when they were younger, who had captured fireflys in a jar with her so she could see them. She had loved them since then big for their ability to light up, fly and be free, even though Luke would catch them so they could both look at them closely he quickly once again set them free. But like so many other new rules when she knew it was the tattoo she wanted more then anything in black the world and she saved the money to pay for it and then asked and even begged her mom for the tattoo, her mom set a new rule, no tattoos till she was eighteen. She pulled back the covers and pushed her leg out into the light, John had done a beautiful firefly tattoo and for a moment she touched the tattoo and thought about the first time Luke had caught a firefly in a jar and brought it to her to see and then even showed her how to catch, look at and them release them. But even with all the positive memories the firefly could bring back to her mind, it now also brought back to her the memory of the first time not one, or two but three men had sex with her, gang raped her. What was even more daunting was that she could not say for sure who the second and third men were to rape her. She knew John was first, she suspected the second man was the other tattoo artist but she didn't even know his name and she hoped the blowjob third cock to push into her was Roger but she would never know for sure. But the firefly tattoo that she had wanted so badly for so long would forever be a reminder of the day, three men gang raped her. Men who she knew little tits or nothing about. Now the permanent tattoo would likely forever be a reminder of having three men use her against her will. But even as she thought about that, Roger's words filled her thoughts, ""Don't think Holly, don't question just experience it Holly. I know you're sore but your body is still responding. Feel the cock stroking in and out of you deep. You're swollen and raw but you're still responding even with the pain because you're a dirty, filthy, pain slut Holly and your body wants, no needs more. Just accept it Holly, accept what you feel and who you are." Thinking about his words left tears streaming from her eyes. She realized she was rubbing the tattoo on her calf. Her biggest fear was what if any part of what Roger said was the truth? To take her mind off of Roger's words she took a few minutes to watch the older trucker, on who's chest she was lying, watching, hearing and feeling the rise and fall of his chest with each breath. After everything Roger had put her through she was amazed to have found a man whom so far she felt she could trust. He could easily have overpowered her in the motel room when she walked out of the bathroom with only a motel towel wrapped around her body. But even though he had been forward enough to kiss her, when her body trembled, he did not push further and try to take more, instead he walked out of the room. It was only after that action she realized his kiss was soft and tender like she once had believed a kiss was supposed to be. But before his kiss, every other kiss she had was from Roger or one of his friends or maybe she should call them associates. Those kisses were not kind or gentle and definitely not loving. She looked at the trucker and wondered what it felt like to be his wife. She couldn't help wonder how lonely his wife must have felt when he was gone on the road. Kora impaled herself down the shaft again, moaning in delight. “And why?” If she doesn't say anything, I know that I can get away with flashing while big they are here. “But...” “You don’t need no help,” Mitzy shouted back as blowjob a big burly Lumber- jack or woodsman hoisted her onto his twelve inch cock and fuck waltzed her tits around the dance floor, as she wrapped her lags around him and bonnced on his cock to the sway of the music. black “I am very flattered,” I teased in anticipation. I told him honestly, “I loved it. I was totally lost and totally turned on, moaning with pleasure within seconds. I'm blonde afraid I've just eaten the last of those rolls. Holly bends down ready for the money shot.