You 've seen me a bunch of times. When you and your house eat at my parent 's eating house, you always sit in my section. So when my car wo n't commence one Nox after I close the restaurant, I am relieved when you show up. Normally I 'd call my parents but they 're out of townsfolk. That 's why I 'm closing the restaurant this week and you know it. You pull up and get out.

'' Oh Mr Carlton, I 'm SO glad to see you ! My car wo n't start ! ''. I 'm distressed. My prison cell is n't working right and every time I 've tried to ring someone for help, the signal has n't gone through. Of track these affair are n't a surprise to you ... .this is all theatrical role of your design ....

You get out of your car. If I knew anything about men, I 'd see the big bulge in your pants already. In your head, you are planning all of the filthy things you 're going to do to me once you have me at your mercy.

'' Let me throw a expression Tasha. I 'm sure I can help you .... '' You reach in my window and discharge the exhaust hood. As you retract your hand, it brushes up against the exterior of my thigh. My face turns red as I feel a surge of heating shoot from where you touched me to between my legs. As a Virgin, the touch sensation just confuses me.

'' It does n't count trade good ... .here let me try starting it ''. After looking under the goon and touching a few telegram, you come back to my door and open it. You offer your strong, tan paw to facilitate me out of the car. Secretly I marvel at how big your hand is compared to mine.

You try a gang of times to get the engine to turn over, but there 's no reaction. You swear and I start to cry.

'' Oh no no ducky, do n't cry ! It 's not that bad ! '' You leap from the car and put a reassuring arm around me. I lean into your tough, wide chest, resting my head on it. Your member surges in your bloomers as you pull me into you. You gently take a breather your hand on the back of my head.

'' I 'll guide care of the car for you Tasha .... I 'll have it towed to my shop and it will be fixed by dawn .... '' You lead me to your car and open the rider side room access. I continue to sob hysterically.

'' Everything goes improper when there 's no one to help me ... .Mr Carlton you 're a lifespan saver ... .. I 'll be sure you are paid back when my parents get home base I promise .... '' You hand me a bottle of water that you 'd had waiting in the passenger side cup bearer .... I do n't discover the slightly odd medicative discernment as I take a mates of recollective pulls from it. I continue to sip it as you whip out your phone and masterfully arrange for a tow truck from your shop to come and pick up my car.

The world starts to flex on it 's side and I shake my capitulum to try and bring in the woozy opinion. You see that the drugs in the urine are starting to kick back in. You end your phone call and beguile me as I try to stand up. I stumble from your arms and catch myself on the hood of your car. The iniquity, vacate parking lot offers no former help. I start sweating profusely, overheating from the inside, feeling like my whole eubstance is on fire. Almost incoherent, I pull off my jacket. Feeling the cool dark breeze raise goose physical body on my arm, I pull my shirt off over my head. I 'm now desperate to cool myself. You grab my wrists as I remove my bra and pin me down on my spinal column over the hood of your car. I feel your mouth latch onto my decent tit and scream in bother as I feel your teeth bite into the tender material body. My last remembering is you piling me into the trunk of your car, then everything goes dark.

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I wake up naked in a dark way. I try to move around but find that my leg and one of my sleeve are bound. My legs are as encompassing apart as they can go ... my hip flexor muscle actually hurt they are forced so far apart. My stage are turn away with R-2 binding my genu as far apart as they 'll go as well. The lips of my vagina are propagate panoptic as well. I can sense the sang-froid air on my unprotected clitoris. I start to cry ....

A room access swings afford and suddenly there is luminance in my cheek. I hear a bunch of click that turn lights on all around me, seemingly pointed at me. Above my headway a see a crew of projection screen ... .I 'm being recorded from every angle. My naked tit, my wide feast vagina ... .I can see it all. I hear footsteps and a shadow darkens the country between my legs ... ..

'' Mr Carlton ? What have you done to me ? What 's happening ? I do n't understand ! '' I start to cry louder but am silenced by a ball shoved in my oral fissure and strapped behind my head. It 's all I can do to breath around it.

You straddle my pelvic arch and lean down, grabbing my nerve roughly by my chin.

'' All of those times you teased me ... .you never wore a bra when you served my family line, you 'd put your unvoiced nipples so close to my boldness .... '' I watch as your face hovers over my nipple. You blow on them and against my will, they get firmly. You laugh, then suck the rectify one into your lip. It aches from the live sentence you bit it, I felt it as your teeth penetrated my physical body when you pinned me to the cowl of your car. I feel you suck as the blood line starts to fall from it once again. You reach for my left tit with your strong fingerbreadth, pulling it, twisting it so grueling I can find the pelt starting to tear. I whimper from behind the ball gag.


'' If you think this hurts, wait til you feel what I 'm going to do to your fiddling virgin slit ''. Your smile panic me. Blood from my nipple is smeared on your mouth as you switch your sass from the right wing to my now rupture left mammilla. Your spittle stings the teardrop in the tender skin.

As you suck blood from my left nipple your right hired man hunting out my still bleeding right nipple and Milk River it, forcing more blood out the holes your teeth have torn in my soft pinko skin. You gather some on your digit and convey it to my mouth.

'' If I undo the gag, will you try your own bloodline ? '' I turn my head word away, disgusted by the smell of my own blood. I feel both of your hands close around my damaged nipples and squeezing so grueling blood from both atomiser everywhere. I ca n't help but try to shout in vivid pain.

'' AAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHH ! stopover ! ! STOOOOOOOOOP ! '' My words muffled by the gag, I writhe in agony and you cease the atmospheric pressure on my nipples. origin flows freely from both, running down my torso and between my stage. I feel your tongue follow the path of the blood until it contacts the rubbery nub there. Gently, you lick the bloodline off of it, sending stab of pleasure through my body. I 'm disgusted as I feel my clitoris harden and a new wetness run from my blanket counterpane hole. You groan.

'' '' Oh you 're a unsportsmanlike cunt Tasha. How can you be turned on by such terrible things. I 'm hurting you and you like it. You really DO like it do n't you .... You want me to hurt you more do n't you Tasha ? '' You murmur the wrangle in between licks of my ever hardening clit. I feel your clapper lap the wetness running from my hole, pushing inside me, in as far as it will go. Your fingers gently rub then pinch my clit and the combination is too often. I feel a strange tightening throughout my hale downcast body and start out to groan quietly at first, then louder as the opinion intensifies.

'' Ohhh ... ..uuuuuuunngh ... .UUUUUNGH ! UUUUUUUUUNNNGGHHHHH ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! '' My eubstance is no longer my own, waves of pleasure spate over me as I wriggle and writhe, trying to get out your fingerbreadth as they continue to roughly pinch my now oversensitive throbbing nubbin. ancestry continues to feed from my mutilate nipple. I feel your hot breather again except this time, it 's on my clit. I feel your tooth pierce the thin skin and screeching as I feel it rip undetermined from the tip of my nub to the al-Qaida, leaving the gristle exposed, bare and now bleeding like my nipples.

It hurts so bad but for some cause ... .I want more .