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As soon as we are both in my apartment and out of sight, I grab you, and stripyou naked. You try to run, but no avail as I am a lot faster and stronger thanyou, and bear hug you, telling you to keep quiet, and let me tie you...but evenafter initally giving in, you try to make a run for it, and as a consiquense, Istrap you down on a chair, and slap your ass till it's red, and your crying."Do you understand, Chilee? When I say stay still, I mean it." Todrive the point home, I get a piece of wood. We stopped at an average looking apartment complex and I helped Marisa with her groceries. I hadn't bought anything at the store except a couple of bottles of wine, which I brought in with me.Both girls disappeared into the small kitchen after asking me to sit. The also switched on a stereo playing some kind of light jazz. Marisa quickly returned with two glasses of wine and seated herself beside me. "Tasha's the real cook. I'll just keep you company while she gets things started." I had a few. " Let go to the bedroom, I closed the door behind me. Morgan sat silently on the bed, shivering with fear. I stood staring at her then I walked over to the bed and sat close to her. She is shaking with fear. I asked her, " Morgan, is this the wedding negligee that you wore, on your wedding night with your husband?" She replied, " Yes, John." I asked, " Did your husband, were you naked and then your husband tore open your virginity, or did he do it with your negligee on?" She hesitated with. She kept her head on my shoulder and started to cry.I couldn’t control my feelings cause of her fragrance n I slowly kept my hand around her shoulder & started to rub slowly.I could see her cleavage I was pretty horny by seeing that and my dick was hard.I slowly moved my hand down her tummy area and kept it on right side of her tummy for sometime.after sometime I moved up till her down part of her boob and kept it there.slowly I started scratching her right boob,there was no reaction from her.
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