I couldn’t understand the words or their meanings or how they worked strung together but slowly they started to make sense “ fuckable” “Still wet” “ no its not blood moron that’s 100% pure woman sex juice” “her names Evangeline” I started to fully awaken when hearing my name. He was talking to someone. Someone who wasn’t talking back but was conversing with him somehow “Yeah shes a fetish model. Shes hotter than the sun boy” On the phone…obviously on the phone. Understanding started to come again and I tried opening my eyes but there was nothing. Blackness. Was I blind? Did this animal tear my eyeballs out? No…. I could see a thin stream of light coming in through the far edge of my vision. As I was awakening I started to notice it more clearly. I was blindfolded! Realization started to dawn on me. I had been knocked out. The soft cloth on my face and the acrid fumes means chloroform. That stuff people used in the movies. I honestly didn’t know the stuff existed in real sex life. The next thing I realized was that I was no longer standing or bent over. I was on my back and had my arms over my head. I tried moving them but realized they were tied. I was cold. I could feel the cold air in the studio run over my bare skin. I was naked. How long had indian I been out “what do you mean you never heard of her. Shes a fucking internet fucking legend boy” Why was a filled with a burst of pride hearing my captor, my rapist compliment me. The sound of disgust at the person on the other side of the conversation. He repeated this over and over again. Ms. Rowbottom shot me this hopeless look. “Now skate your cute little butt up here Teenster so you can see what you got to celebrate turning legal!” We are going to bring you to the edge, then we are going to leave you.” “Isnt… isnt that the dude from the bar?” Sarah slurred into my ear, and the penny dropped. He was already beginning to feel a sense of hyper awareness, and a sense that he was about to go on autopilot. Her eyes get wider, “Oh daddy...?” she whines. “What are you doing?” she asked as she took a drag. Damn, she knew I loved these things. In a paper tearing burst I opened my gift first. When we had got the bikini off Chloe Emma decided that Chloe was going to have a good look at Jon’s dick and we dragged her over to Jon and held her so that her face was in between Jon’s sex legs about 6 inches from his dick. indian I stopped running, turned around and waited for Vicky. Oh, by the way, not only was Mom stunning, but I'm I finally found something that made her happy. "Don't worry.