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He smiled at her. “I didn't kidnap you, and I'm no killer, either. I'm here to take care of you. Hopefully, we can be friends. I'm sorry this happened to you, but neither one of us can change that, and it's not either one of ours fault, either, so playing the blame-game is a waste of time for me. And you, as I'm sure you'll realize, soon enough. You look like you have intelligence in those eyes.” She didn't say anything, but she gratefully took the aspirin he offered, and greedily drank all the water he poured for her. “If I give you this,” he said, filling a bottle with water and showing it to her. “Can I trust you not to drink it too fast?” It had a straw long enough for her to reach, and she nodded. He allowed her to hold it in her hand. “Thank you,” she said, after she had drank another cup of water he poured for her. “If I can't blame you for me being here, I see no reason we can't be friends. Emily Blake.” He stared at her. “You're not Amanda Parker?” He grabbed a clipboard from the side away from her, where she couldn't see because of the dark gray plastic sides. “No, she's the other manager at the Onion, the bar where I work.” A hopeful note climbed into her voice. “I'm not supposed to be here! Can you let me go?” She rattled her wrists in the cuffs. “Please? Let me go? A friend would let me out of these. A real friend would help me escape!” “You're not Amanda Parker, though. She was chosen because of her father's money and certain... skills, she is said to have had. You know what she's famous for, right?” Emily blushed. Amanda was famous for the quality of the blowjobs she gave. Emily couldn't attest to the quality, but she was a silent witness to the sheer amount of satisfied customers who were as free with their eyeballs as they were with their tips. What he said next got indian every bit of her attention. “Are you willing to be my friend, Emily Blake? I don't have the key to unlock you, and they won't give it to me for 48 hours, because that's how long new transportees like you are to remain restrained, and if you don't want to draw attention to yourself until it's time, I suggest you stay put and don't draw attention to yourself until I can get us both out of here. What do you say? Will you be my friend the same way Amanda would have?” She looked into his eyes and saw that he was trusting her. She decided to trust him as well, and nodded. “I'm a virgin. I've never even kissed a boy, not really, but I'll give everything to you. Please help us escape, and I'm all yours. I'd rather give myself to you freely than let THEM have me. Zithers and lyres, mandolins and flutes. After the lesson Julia was again tailing Jonathan, but this time he made some kind of excuse and they went in different directions. My wife shuddered as though my words struck her while darkness washed across my thoughts. My pussy clenched on his finger and I rocked my hips groaning and panting in response. In time, I found a place on a street named after me, Dallas, but sadly it was a seedy trailer park. But her rectum turned out to be way too big and wide to provide much stimulation for her pencil-thin dick-clit. A single little head poked from the open end of the sack. Kate replied in a similar soft way. Lily's mouth fell open and she let out a low moan almost directly into Ben's ear. I watched with interest, sensing that a test of Lisa’s broken spirit was at hand. Yes... “the talk” Max and Jenny had with their parents and the permissive sex they continued to have right up until the time I knew them was by far the most unusual story I had ever heard... My command had driven her so wild with the need to orgasm and then denied her body the ability to achieve it. Anna’s demure unflattering bra was fully exposed and one of her heavy breasts was pulled free of the cup. Breaking the kiss, I pushed her back slightly so I could see her bare breasts. The man smoked. Jesus… The more I thought about this situation when it happened to me, the more I realized just how right indian Nicole was about May. Instead of stopping myself from feeling about that way for her though, I just excused Megan. Moving through the house, he went down stairs to find the priestess in the kitchen. “You’re enjoying this? I could hardly hear her voice. We finished dinner and put the dishes away. I need to –- oh, –-- Oh -- I need to – “, I pressed on her clit, she arched her back and her thighs vibrated “Ahhh!” It was Djumon, a Numidian gladiator who was waving at the boys. He sucked and teethed her turgid clit until she came all over him. “Yes, but I really would like the two parking garages, let's see if we can get them,” I tell Jennifer.