For whatever reason, at least one of my captors notices and places a reassuring hand on the small of my back, slowly rubbing up and down. XXX I can tell my captor is climbing stairs, only to go down a second flight of stairs, which only adds to my confusion. I can feel my muscles tensing; I’m so close to coming and I welcome the distraction. Then as his words made sense, I wanted to tell this…this man to go to Hell. I know I shouldn’t enjoy this, but I’m starting to feel that familiar pulsing between my legs. Easy. Quick. Once I am clean and dry, I hear the door close and I know I am alone. It’s the same place that I am starting to feel moist. Read 40884 times |
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