He moaned, like my confession had given him physical pleasure. He fumbled at his zipper, and took out his penis. It was hard, and he started whacking ...ff, not taking his eyes off my crotch. The knowledge that I caused such a reaction in him made me flush with arousal. So when he asked – ‘Can I touch you, just a little?’ – I nodded my head. I wanted him touching me in a big way. He covered my mound with his hand. ‘You’re so wet,’ he said, and I knew it was true. I moaned when he rubbed me,. On the way back I thought about Iran’s troop movements and drills. It was the biggest yet, involving the most troops.Their people were in deep poverty and had been for a while after the decades of embargoes and sanctions. Gas and food were rationed as was electricity. We called them rolling blackouts. For the Iranians it had become a way of life - electricity for four hours a day - except for Teheran.Nuclear accidents had been costly; thousands of acres were off limits for decades because of. It was horrible, a desolate, empty feeling like something was eating away at him. Despair flooded his mind -- her despair. And he knew why he needed to stay with her tonight, why he needed to be near her. He let go of her hand and realized that only a second or two had passed. He saw that some color had returned to her face, and could feel that his own energy reserves had been depleted to almost nothing. There didn't seem to be any lessening of the darkness in her body though. Ken was nudged by. “Oh yes,” James said, “It’s a horny little slave, isn’t it?”“Y-yes, Sir, I’m a…a horny little slave, Sir,” she quavered.James gave her nipples a final hard pinch, making her gasp, and then released her. He began casually running his hands over her body as if still considering, murmuring, as if to himself, “Hmm… Do I want to buy this slave?” as he walked around her, cupping her breasts in his hands as if weighing them, running his fingers lightly through her pubic hair, fondling her behind and.