The "Damsel in Distress" is your favorite scenario. This is going to be easier than you thought! You sit me down once all my meager belongings have be...n moved in and tell me you have a few "house rules"...I feel a sense of dis-ease in my stomach, your voice and affect seems to have changed slightly as you explain the rules are non-negotiable. While I am living under your roof, I will be expected to tend to your domestic needs and maintain the home. Cool. I'm thinking, I can handle that- all day. I guess that doesn'tmake sense. Just try and follow along. Anyways, that advice I just gaveyou; well I didn't follow it. It seems an American alone in Europe isjust too good a target, and yes that rag does smell like chloroform.And now I was god knows where, in front of this self Important lady andrenamed. There was plenty of emotions I could have used right now. Ipicked catatonic. She merely raised her eyebrows and spoke to the guardsbehind me."Put her into her room. She'll figure it out." Now. She was a little bunny with huge tits and huge blue eyes. There was something doll-like about her face. I wanted to dominate her. I wanted to make her my pet. I wanted to spank her and force her to take my thick, 9-inch cock in her tiny little pussy. The guilt came over me just as fast as the lust did. Things were just starting to get good between me and Shelley. "Hey, Mr. Wilson! How are you?" I'm good, Tess, how are you doing?" Good! Just trying to keep in shape during the off season."We. When his parents went away for some evening get together outside we watched the clip and went through the literature. We were excited to the core and I came home and jerked off. Days went off and I was more restless than ever. I tried to visit and see Meera more and more. I now had a new sort of liking for her. I was now more interested in how she dresses up, how she smiles, her touches, her smell etc. I never missed a glance of the cloth stand in her balcony where she used to put up her.