He takes a few pics of me standing there, undoes my Mac, then a few more, forces me to me knees, then a few more pics Then he puts the camera down on ...he table, moves towards me, undoes his fly and out pops a lovely hard cock. He rubs it around my heavily made-up face and even on the collar of my Mac. He then pinches my nose tightly which forces my mouth open. He then slips the hard cock between my bright red lipsticked lips. As this was happening I could hear the camera going off still. He. I’m pleased to say that there are no broken bones, and no signs of serious damage.’ Emma felt suddenly hungry, realising that she hadn’t eaten since lunch the previous day. As she ate, she realised that her room had a window. She hadn’t seen a window since she arrived here. Quickly, but painfully, she rushed to the window and looked out. The morning sun blazed down from a clear sky. She looked out into a large courtyard, about thirty metres square, with four fountains symmetrically arranged,. Her binoculars stood at the ready in a quiet corner of her bedroom where she could open the window and scan the property near the house. This particular morning dressed in only a sheer white negligee with pretty pink bows she slid into her seat looking out at the quiet pastoral scene.Where the farm road twisted away from the house and down to the hidden tennis courts she spotted a cardinal and brought the binoculars up to watch it. Up the road, out for his morning jog came TJ. He stopped after. “I felt like we were truly one last night. I really only felt that one other time - and that was a long time ago.”“Me too. It was really special.”“We’ve always been good at the sex part. And the intimacy part. It’s the combination of the two that seems to always have escaped us. Maybe that’s the key.”“Maybe so. I think Anala would agree. Sex enhances true intimacy, it doesn’t create it.”“She’s right. But it’s also the case that very soon you and I are going to try to fuck each other to death!”.