Him, me, Abi. My Little Girl needs to say thank you properly, and she needs to swallow every last drop …
Part 33 – The Girl
“I’m being … tortured because … I’m a Pain Slut and … I deserve to be tortured … mister?”
He’s asked me. Xxx Picking up her left leg by the calf, bending her knee outwards, I placed the sole of her foot flat against the tree trunk. My cock trembled and my heart melted. There is a small pier that juts out from the beach, close to the cabanas. Not big enough for that yacht for sure! I hadn’t mentioned to my Little Girl the Police getting involved with the Bridewell cells escapade, nor the DNA matching and the need I felt get out of the country.
