She wanders slowly cautiously to the door, trembling her thighs quivering. In a very soft low voice she murmurs. Sir may I use your phone I believe Im lost and I don't know where "Home" is. The door opens a bit the firm soft voice says "come here I'll guide you home"
She thinks "guide"? as she follows. Her heart pounds and flutters she gets the sinking feeling she'll never leave here. And she has no inclination to turn and run she continues behind him down the long darkened hall......
Pics are being uploaded these are pics of me and my daughter playing ball. And she's tough she's 6'2" a full scholarship college baller. So I cut her no slack. And she still shoots over me.