"Two holes sorted slut, only your dirty little cunt to go". Letting me down from the door harness you push me onto the bed, unclicking the hand cuffs...you flip me onto my back and deftly fix my hands back in the cuffs first passing them through the bedstead. My ankles are still fixed to the spreader bar and I notice that there are straps on the end of the bar, before I can think, you push my legs upwards and fix the bar by my wrists at the top of the bed. "How wet your cunt is slut.... how. Two words she never thought she would hear.She replied, "Yes, my husband," sliding back underwater for the next round of many.Later at the lounge, her drinking a pop, him a beer, both chuckled at the bar napkins. The napkins were covered with four single lines and a slash diagonally cutting through the four to make five. The only words read, "Guess what we are counting?" Gazing at each other, they laughed harder. There weren't enough lines on the napkins for these two rabbits.A few months after. We both loved each other to the max . But she was more serious . It all beginned like this, I lost my father at the age of 20 . She used to visit to her friends place which was at the ground floor of our building. we were at the second floor on rent . her house was very near by walkable distance for 5 minutes . As the days passed I used to come home late at 8.00 pm . And she used to wait at her friends place to see me , bcoz she had a crush on me. But i was not aware of at that time. Once our. They shifted their attention to us, the boys, and the very same girls. Lauren smiled at them."Wait up, Fi," I said.She stopped. She turned, crossed her arms again, and waited.The street ended here. On the opposite side of the piazza two streets exited. They were both large and clogged with cars."I think we want to go to the right here," I said, "Up the Corso Garibaldi." OK," Fi responded.She turned again."Fi, wait."She turned back. "Yeah?"I released Lauren's hand."Lauren." Yeah?" I'm gonna walk.
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