My muscles were flexing against something solid now, not the watery sensation there had been just moments before. It was pulling me down onto the knife edge, the suction forming a painful seal between my thighs. XXX A flamboyant white blouse that reminded her of David Bowie. “We’re slowly getting there, aren’t we?”
I could only talk with my eyes, and I was afraid the fear was showing. No movement meant no looking. The rest of my body was fighting against the pain with it’s own torment. I tried to force it out, push it back with my tongue, bite down to stop it going in any further, But that was what was wanted. Rushing up inside me, powering its way into me, both front and back. The click-click-click of her heeled boots strode into her vision while the aroma of her perfume drifted in behind.
