#38755 - “Well Dummy if you wanted some why don’t you just say so!” Keith gets up and tries to kiss her on the lips by grabbing her chin. As if she can’t help but see the bruises all over my arms, the dried cum on and between my thighs or the torn night gown I was wearing when I went to bed. “Okay say I believe you, just how did they find you alone, in the basement dressed only in a nightgown?” How indeed! My mind drifts back over the past two days as I begin to shake remembering the events I’m about to describe ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Sunday May 28th It began much like any other Sunday with my pillow alarm vibrating me awake at seven forty-five am, in time to watch “The Ernest Angley Hour” at eight.
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