“RM 321” I get out of my car and walk towards the run-down building. This shithole looks like the kind of place to be when locating cheap escorts in the classified ads. I walk up the stairs and up to the third floor. It’s the kind of motel where the rooms are like Fingering apartments and no need to walk into the lobby. I get to Room 321. I take a deep breath and knock quietly. The door opens and I’m greeted by a musky smell of old carpets and cigarettes. The room is dark with only the sunlight from the back window shining in. I assume that Violet is behind the door to avoid being seen, so I walk in quietly and quickly. What happens next is a complete blur. I see Violet gagged up and handcuffed to the bed while she looks at me with her eyes widened screaming at me. I see a shadow near me and quickly step up behind me. Before I can turn, I feel a cold piece of metal strike the back of my head, sending me to the floor. Before I black out, I hear some more of Violet’s muffled screams and the door behind me close. END OF PART 6 To all that have been reading my series so far, I apologize for taking a long break on the story! I’m currently teen doing my best to conclude the series within the next few weeks! Be patient with me, as I promise, it only gets better from here! Let me know how you like the stories as I LOVE feedback! PART 7 is around the corner! In the depths of space, beyond the boundaries of the human imagination, floated a world shrouded in evil. In languages that none living now spoke, its name was Morganthus, and it had visitors. A starship had crash-landed amidst what must have been the scene of a large indian battle. In the distance, a towering pyramid raised by alien hands stood as a silent and enigmatic sentinel. The mangled, ruptured hulks of the other craft surrounded the newly-trapped vessel, which was unable to call for help. A six-man team had been dispatched to search inside the distant alien structure. Dameia was part of the squad exploring inside, the shoulder-mounted lights of her backpack shining through her long, curly blonde hair as she trailed behind the others. Her striking blue eyes kept darting between each of the other three members before her, as they maintained a distance from her greater than was strictly necessary. Their fifth had been left at the entrance to keep watch. No one questioned that the hulking warrior Quuhod could hold his own, though he had been badly shaken by the loss of his crystal throwing weapons. Yet that had not been the only loss inflicted by this horrible place. Dameia had witnessed for herself the death of their commander Ilvar, and now the brash Cabren had taken charge of their team. The corridors of this structure made no sense, twisting and turning unevenly as if it had been designed by a madman. Eventually, they had wandered into a small room with pillars of crystal pulsing with a dim green light that bathed the team in their strange glow. Alluma, their empath, was clinging to Cabren’s arm like a frightened child, her head resting on his shoulder. Dameia sorely missed the same intimacy she had with the commander and had even considered the final member of their team, Balon, as a source of companionship in this dark place. However, she quickly dismissed such a notion, Balon despised masturbation her and was not shy to show it. He was a short man of slight build with close-cropped brown hair and was looking about amateur the place with visible unease in contrast to Cabren’s calm, almost casual demeanor. In fact, the squad leader seemed almost too Solo cool and collected, looking over the glowing pillars in a manner that was almost bored. I pulled out and immediately sunk into Carols hot snatch. I checked the counter in the teen camera viewfinder, he indian had been pumping her for a full seven minutes. She had not understood how much she hurt Ronja until she saw the pictures. Grace had given up trying to understand where Coach Rod found the guest trainers. There hips shifting as they grew hotter and hotter. my daughter was gonna want me to fulfill my promise. “I said I wanted revenge and I took it.” Phil replied simply, moving his head around excessively to feel his head move, something he found he did often when he was high. One Friday her friends were not coming for amateur an hour so I Solo broached the subject of her profile photo on msn. A moment later Sam heard screams across the planet. That’s why I’m oral only.” Kind of to make sure of a few things. “You did more than you’ll ever know. I could feel his dick getting harder and bigger. “Is that a problem? "Yes, everything that’s happening is a bit masturbation overwhelming, this is Fingering a tough industry." We both agreed that once we were into the actual event all nervousness disappeared. You see her bring her hand to her pussy and start rubbing it insanely fast while you piston in and out of her anus.