Into The Pit Spring Bonnie Novels & Stories

Tristan interrupted smugly. Bonita dashed outside and found her campervan parked neatly next to Benjamin’s Jeep. She went back inside, climbed the stone staircase, grabbed her bag and boots, and hurried to her campervan to freshen up. After a long, thorough shower, Bonita stepped out of her campervan, fully dressed. Benjamin was waiting for her, his appearance now polished in a crisp shirt and tailored trousers. In his hands, he held the box he’d shown her the day before.

"You've always been this way. Once you decide on something, you have to see it through. Don't work too hard. No matter what happens, you'll always be our daughter." - Sutburg. Ronan's family ran a guesthouse, and my new shop was right beside it. While we finished the last preparations, I kept polishing the display case that had traveled so far with us. Ronan held up his hand as though he was holding a microphone. "A quick interview with Nina, owner of Springtime. Your dessert shop's grand opening is tomorrow at nine. How do you feel?" I played along, pretended to straighten my collar, and answered sternly. "I'm honored and excited, and I'll make the best tiramisu in the world!"

"I'll call the ladies and tell them that they can get it all tomorrow." Bonnie hugged me again. I'm sure it was me, but it just felt different, better, warmer. "Guess we better make sure there are no other surprises." I laughed. "No whips and chains?" Bonnie gave me a wicked grin. "Or strap-ons." I held her eyes as I answered. "What would you know about strap-ons?" Bonnie put her hand on my thigh, up high, close to my bulging cock. "I haven't always been the boring Midwest girl. I went to college."

“All right, Bonnie. How’d you get roped into all this?” “After the crash, I was laid off from the post office. I did odd jobs to get by. I was online looking for work. I thought about selling . . . sex toys to women for commission. I saw an advertisement for a website. I clicked on it and . . . David and Danielle were the featured couple,” Bonnie admitted. “Christ,” Nick groaned and took another sip of his drink. “Are you driving?” Jacobs asked. “Nope. I walked. Thank, God I did,” Nick stated.

♛ Aurora: “So, when's the meeting supposed to be held?” I looked up from my laptop and asked Bonnie, who was standing across the office table. She looked down at her tab, fixed her glasses on the bridge of her nose with a finger, then returned her gaze to me. “On the 14th, next Friday,” she muttered, pushing back a strand of her curly hair that had fallen on her face. Her warm black eyes stared down at me. She was a petite young lady, around 5’5 in height. I stared at her, wondering exactly what made Mia have doubts about her. Bonnie was respectful and diligent in her work—exactly what I needed—so I couldn't just dismiss her because of Mia’s doubts.

"That's cute. It looks real. Your own little pony. With a horn." "It's a unicorn." "'I see, from the stories." The sizzling sound of the fire pit called out to Bonnie, and she rushed back to it, quickly lifting the lid off the pot to prevent it from further overflowing, "Sorry." "It's okay. The berries, please." "Right." Bonnie grabbed the bowl of wild berries and carefully poured them into the pot. "And lower the heat. The poker is over there." Bonnie followed her instructions diligently and removed some of the charcoal from the fire. By then, Cassana had already turned to peeling off and chopping the onions.

Maddox nodded and returned his head to the cocaine on the table. "When do we start?" Jaxon asked. "When it's time," Drexton replied, heading upstairs. "Pet chick won't last a second with him," Jaxon grinned, relaxing deeper into the chair. "She deserves it," Maddox replied, taking a long sniff. *** [CAIUS HOUSE] A car pulled up in front of the house. Bonnie and Lorraine alighted from the car, both dressed in classic, expensive outfits. Bonnie wore shorts over a tank top and pink sneakers, while Lorraine wore a red-fitting gown that stopped at her knee with a slit in the middle.

May 27th, 2011: Friday Spring ~~~~~~~~~~ Tony grunted as he laid down on a wheel board to inspect under a 2001 Hyundai Sonata in the colour Pearl White. The paint on the under seam of all the panels wasn't in the best shape. Rust had started to cause some bubbles and chips, and would need to be taken care of before it spread to more noticeable areas. A few of the frame screws were corroded enough that he wanted them replaced. Only the best for such a beauty, because she was Dillon's.

She scoops it up and rubs it against her pussy hole. Fuck me. I grow impossibly hard, watching her. I lift her up and position her against the cell. I’m rough with it but Bonnie doesn’t seem to mind. She spreads her legs open, already anticipating my pulsing cock, sliding into her dripping entrance. I waste no time slamming my cock into her wet cunt. I go all the way in, burying my cock deep inside her pussy. Bonnie bangs her fists against the cell and cries out. “Fuucck!”

Holy Snyder said, “Well then, it's still fate that we meet here today. It’s okay if you don’t want to take over Sublime Tower. Have a seat.” Bonnie stood there motionless but looked at Philip and Holy Snyder coldly. “No need. Send me to level nine.” Holy Snyder was taken aback. He glanced at Bonnie and nodded. Holy Snyder waved his hand, and Bonnie disappeared from the spot. Holy Snyder was not particularly affected by this little incident. Philip looked at Holy Snyder and asked, “Aren't you afraid that she’ll tell others about this after she goes out?” Holy Snyder laughed and said, “Do you think she has a loose tongue?”