He can't move! Trying out his limbs, fingers toes
he can't move and he lets out a terrified gasp,

What's happening!! Wha-help HELP...His voice
is weak with shock and he tries to move, to struggle
but nothing happens, his brain tries to make his feet
and arms move but there is nothing...no movement,
all he can feel is the dead weight and drag of
his body as you pull him into the shadows.
For the first time in a long time
he feels terror.

my head shaking no to your question
my brain totally blown with all the sensations

May i have the following with jane?
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thanks so much!!

The fingers saw in and out, slowly

"A fantasy that doesn't end may stop being a fantasy."

There are a few more sharp spanks

"Spread your feet another six inches. Relax your grip on the counter."

Laziness? Not Sharko.
You are hard to follow missy jo.
Rooms that require citizenship not helping.
Popping in, posting in the middle of long conversation, then popping out before Sharko knows it not helping either
. Trying not to make excuses, but learning curve very, very steep.
Still wiling to learn.
Poof

Very cool Dizzy Guy!

guess i missed him

hello and welcome i am abbie the queen slut

Yours is multi-tasking exponentially.

pulls out duct tape

I don’t like needles.

Here, let me help you.

It'll be all right.

Well, eventually. Certainly for me.

You may have an inch or two on me in height, but you can now discover precisely how strong I turn out to be. I can reach down, haul you up, as any concerned good Samaritan would do, in order to help you to somewhere safer.

For me, of course.

My voice is low, dry, and accented, although not so much that you can't hear and understand every word I speak.

Don't worry. We'll get you sorted.

Starting by hefting you gently, first to the shadows, then to the nearest dark alley. I haven't prevented you from shouting or screaming, although I'm quite capable of doing so should you make that in my best interest.

I even manage to recover your telephone from where you dropped it.

Angel
Theory of a Deadman

*giggling.. seeing her One is ready to sew her back together*

Main Casino
....she watches rocking on her feet as she does...a sip to her drink and then as it lands in that green spot she squealsssss and she points at it...

i won! I won! HAH!

...she starts to gather the chips and then looks up at you with a bat of her eyes...

oh my the things I'm gonna make you do. I NEVER get to be in charge.

...her smile beams as she tries to gather all the chips and can't manage and so she starts using your pockets to put them in...before the game master slides over a stick to pull them back and hands her larger chips so she won't have to looks so foolish...holding up the 500 count chips and frowning....

Well that's just less impressive. Ok now your game choice. Thank you Roulette! Oh its a bad idea for financing the house.

...she giggles...

We're on a good start.

By the Way
Theory of a Dead Man

dashing and stopping, noting the Pop Evil song
from his pockets he provides needle and thread

"What will you make me enjoy?" I ask, sure that your creativity outstrips mine.

I feel your hand on my slim milky thighs, near my pussy...

Still here.

growl

When you move toward him, his surprised Hey
is cut off and the look of surprise stays as he crumples
slowly then with velocity slams down against the sideway
his head hitting the concrete with a hollow sounding
THUD.
His eyes are wide open, mouth gaping with drool streaming
out, staring straight ahead, and seeing your shoes.
Shiny expensive Italian leather.