Eli Tetona y Toto Garcia

She got in trouble, mixed with the wrong crowd and as she had told the police the last time she had been brought back to this place; “this wasn’t the life I chose or wanted.” Years later she would think about boobs that night and about how she did not really know how she ended up where she did, or what had happened with complete clarity. She would remember bits in dreams, and see things that she had no memory of but that she knew was from that night. It all just seemed to be a series of strange happenstances, and for the most part a black emptiness where memories had been, but she would agree that it had shaped her life considerable. “Abby. Abby. Abby.” The sound of knocking came from her outside her door, and interrupted Abby just as her soft but harsh and irregular breathing, coupled with the hum of the muzak, had brought her close to the peak of her pleasure. She pressed her eyes closed and then exhaled into the room—close but not close enough—and she withdrew her hand dissatisfied from inside her underwear and in response to the knocking turned up the volume on her remote so that the music from her stereo drowned it out. She looked up at the cracked plaster that snaked across her roof and she let her breathing come back to her; and then she got back up from her bed and walked back over to the mirror where she stared at herself as she swayed. She toyed with the ends of her hair and watched the reflection looking back at her. She was pretty in a plain sort of way and that was all she had. Her head still hurt and her memories were vague as if they were part of a dream that was fragmented and missing in places. Her black playsuit with the gold mask hanging from it was still hung up on her wardrobe and she the dull throbbing in both of her loins and soreness between her thighs was slowly starting to subside. She looked at herself again and she contorted her face so that it looked like it would deconstruct in an attempt at remembering. “Abby. Abby—” came the knocking again from the door but she ignored it. She sighed hard and probed at her memories. As the knocking on the door outside intensified she looked at her reflection and she thought— It was now Thursday and she tried to think back to a few days ago when she had met the man who had shown her the thing that now served as an empty void that busty stalked and plagued this young girls tetona mind. To the revered reader this lapse in memory is not something succinctly expressed and so I take you back to a few days ago where the start of this memory void began. It was in Milton’s—the most exclusive and select gentleman’s club in the city—on Park Place just off St James’s Street where the membership requirements stated that you needed to show at least £10,000,000 in cash or gilt-edged securities and which only allowed a maximum of 500 members on its books. It was one of those places that unless you knew about it then you didn’t know about it. A place of rich elitism and politico where men talked current tits affairs over brandy whilst sat in armchairs and it was said that the cellars of Milton’s stocked some of the most rare and expensive brandy in the world. Abby did not drink brandy though, and she did not know about Milton’s until the night she first entered through its sleek but well hidden doors. She was not a girl who knew about gentlemen’s clubs in the expensive part of town. She did not even know this town at all. A spate of bad behaviour and mixing in with the wrong crowd had meant that social services had decided to relocate Abby for what they said was her own benefit. They had told her a load of things she did not really understand and said a load of things with ‘risk’ in them when she had been moved, saying things like she was considered ‘high risk’ and a ‘flight risk’ and at ‘serious risk of C.S.E’ because she was young and pretty and reckless. They knew she went out and met up with older men for sex in exchange for money and that she regularly got into trouble so they had given her a curfew and called the Police if she breached it. They though she was doing it here. That was not necessarily true though. She felt stifled in this place and by these people and big she needed to get out and sometimes she just wandered the streets and if things happened then she usually just rolled with whatever it was. She did not agree with what they had said about her and she had stared blankly at them when they had told her. Abby did not see the benefit of being moved three hundred miles away from everyone and everything she had ever known and she had been up front about it with her carers when she had first arrived—“You can’t keep me here.” But they had. She had been in this place for over a month now and had tried, and failed, to get back home several times since then. I would like to, be with you. Jill was smiling, leaning over the console of my truck. How was I supposed to know what would happen yesterday?” "You know, you're a really cool guy," Jen said softly. The miniature waterfall Marie had taken her into had been amazing. "Good evening to you too!" she answered cheerfully. “Oh yes, I know a few gals that would be perfect for the position. I gasped as I felt my anus stretch, and suddenly the tip of Stephanie’s finger eased gently into the clutching grip of my virgin asshole. That ass that likes to be tetona fucked. big as you say we can have a all day fuck just the five of us.. Analog electrical clocks in the cabin were all frozen in the Riga Mortis of time as their big hands, and little hands marked the moment of their demise forever. I thought of smacking them but didn't. She asked. “Keep going.” she said gently, her cock starting to swell with desire. He was in incredible shape, his arms and 8-pack looked like they had been sculpted from marble. It pressed against me, the fire in his veins reaching a frenzy I was familiar with—we call it the succubae stare, a look of hunger and boobs lust that soon consumes most men into a sexual state that is rather primal compared to what humans are big usually capable of accomplishing, given their rather fragile state. Their souls will be drawn to the person that will be perfect for them to love. It was the same every morning, and would be, for the tits rest of his life. This is my friend Lizzy; she’s not been to a leisure centre before.” Going up the escalator I heard a young man say, She rubbed her big tits against his face. No one would ever know the difference. Jimmy went all the way thru basic training with it and it got so bad about three weeks in, that they put him in a thermal bed, packed him with ice to lower his body temperature to help it stop it. She tried to swallow the whole length, but simply could not. “And now it’s time for the new Casey. I got him to pass me my bag and got the little remote vibe out. Ashley cocked an eyebrow and cast a busty sidelong glance at James, who met her gaze and stifled a laugh. Because my output slowed down over the last year and it was taking too long to finish (over 15 years), I planned to wrap it all up but recently lost my files before I could finish.