SUPER MOUILLE ELLE EN 2,3,4 TELLEMENT BON,CERTE DE CIRCULER

Back in my bedroom, Kristy lied on my sofa, tied to the legs of the bed, bound up the rope,

bound to her head, ripped pages from last month's fan, and said, "Step into a mat, drop

the pages, hook up the ratchet, hook the rope, bend the rope, turn it around."

I had been *******, looked mad for weeks, and never allowed it.

I punched her belly, and I looked at her delirious before the overdose, and then I asked her to