He won't want anything to do with you now. Not after yesterday. No kind of excuse can make up for what you did." She stared at him wide-eyed, totally shocked at his phrasing, as if she’d chosen to ruin her own special night. "I didn't do anything! You kidnapped me!" she cried out, tears starting to well up inside her. She felt mortified at the thought of him twisting the indian facts to suit his own heartless selfish ways, but she wasn’t going to cry, not in front of him again. Having been reminded about her mobile, Phil turned around and began to shove the heavy iron bedsteads apart to retrieve it. "Here," he said dismissively, picking up the dead device and handing it over. "Take this with you. I'll drop you home shall I?" He slipped on his jacket, and after checking he still had the key card safely in his inside pocket, he headed towards the door. She felt weak and dizzy as he carried on his play acting that everything was quite normal. His offer to take her home sounded almost generous. And all this, despite his confession of love for her last night, then committing the most brutal form of rape on her virgin anus straight after. Her head was swimming with all the injustice and contradictions going on. Was she going mad? Was any of this even real? "Why do you hate me so much to ruin my life?" she asked helplessly. Throughout all the confusion, all she did know was that this man was poisonous and she needed to keep herself away from him as much as possible. He seemed taken aback by the question and she suddenly just wanted out of there. "I'm walking," she announced, her voice almost cracking from the strain of not crying. He followed her over to the door and gave her a brief hug, at least made brief by her shrinking away from his touch. "Hey sshhh,” he whispered. “I don’t hate you. And I knew that I had definitely married the right woman. And I wouldn’t be completely honest if I told you I’ve never given it a thought. I shuddered, realizing I was milking her teat like an udder. “My name is Stan, what can I do for you young movie stars?” he teased, noticing the girls were wearing their sunglasses inside the store. I buzzed a few minutes later as I left my brother behind, his cum running down my thighs. Rebecca popped her mouth off my dick making a wet sound echoing over the moans the other girls. Chani now seemed to be deeply asleep, so I kissed her forehead and carried her to her bed. Meanwhile I noticed that the guys from group we had passed earlier were walking past and all three turned their heads towards Jan having a good look before one turned and looked my way with a big smile on his face. Julie got the message, too, and we both started caressing Lisa. Sandy broke down crying not able to understand how this had happened. “You can’t do that. When she stopped her turn facing me again, I asked “What kind of material is that, it looks smooth and shiny?” “Besides being willing, did you want your father to fuck your mouth?” Claire had enough. “Just water will do.” Emily obeyed. The intimacy of my soft caressing hands washing under his arms and around his chest had him quivering from head to foot. So before we can move forward, I need to know about you, I need to know what you expect, indian and then I will let you know what I require and expect, do you understand?” I smiled as she swirled it around in my little divot. The swats got a bit harder and it emphasized the feelings. I suppose I will have to join with her and you sometime after her sixteenth birthday to introduce her into types of group play and the permutations, thereof. She shakes her head no. My balls slapped against her pussy as I buried my dick again and again. “Okay, why don’t you use the shower stall while I use the toilet? Eagerly my mother starts stroking it while she licks the woman’s balls.