<div class="floatleft">(http://i1110.photobucket.com/albums/h455/juanitasub/new/1276362991625.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Tami Jenkins<br/><strong>Location: </strong>Bedroom #3<br/><strong>Tagged:</strong>Miranda<br/><br/>Tami looked up at Miranda as she held her wrists down. From the look she was giving her, Tami was afraid to move and kept her wrist in place on the bed even as Miranda's hand went back to fondling her breasts. Her relentless thrusts in and out of her caused Tami' breasts to bounce around.<br/><br/>After a few more minutes Miranda's right hand went around Tami's throat as she told her she wanted her to be a good little fuck toy. Tami was afraid to speak and could only nod her head yes slightly as Miranda used her other hand to draw figure 8 patterns on Tami's chest. After what seemed to Tami like hours, but was in fact minutes Miranda began to fondle them with her hands before enjoying her nipples with her mouth.<br/><br/>Then Miranda pulled out of her. Tami closed her eyes for a moment and was startled when Miranda started to flip her over. "What are you doing?!?" Tami squealed. But it was too late. Her butt was tottering invitingly on top of a plow. Apparently it was too inviting and Miranda plowed into her again, harder than before, her skin slapping against Tami's.<br/><br/>Then the door closed and Tami knew whoever it was would tell the others what she had just seen. Tami wanted to cry now, and had to fight back the tears. Miranda didn't stop or even slow down her pace. Tami's nightmare was not over yet.