He was sitting on top of me and there was no way I’d be able to get away now, not that I was even planning on it, I had given up. ?Hands behind your...back,? he ordered.It was the man who had yelled at me earlier. I despised him. I wanted to make sure he knew I still had a little fight in me. I wriggled my hands away from his grasp and tried to hit him. As I moved my head to get a better view I saw the kinder man just standing and watching, I hoped that he felt bad for me, I think he did. But it. “Morsel, don’t flee!” the swarm hummed, speaking as one.My skin crawled.I leaped, not making a sound, my leather straps absorbing everything. They were amazing, the perfect thing for a hunter to wear and utterly useless against the insects chasing after me. The straps didn’t even cover my flesh. Most of me was exposed. If that thing got to me... I didn’t want to be stung to death by a horde of flies.I burst out the ruined doors into the screaming outside. Citizens fled, some lying hacked and. The contact between her nipples and his hair soon had her nipples in pulsating, highly sensitive erections."Are you finished playing, yet?" Ken asked in a bored tone of voice. Looking at him, she could see his eyes were dancing as he asked.She just stuck out the tip of her tongue and said acidly, "Since you ask, the answer is no! I'm still having fun."Kris just shook her head in amazement. Finally she said, "Cathy, that really does look like it's a lot of fun. Is it really?" Sure is," she. Approaching you, I let my hands caress your body, almost naked now apart from a small pink thong, stocking and those heals. Feeling my hands upon you, you gather up your hair exposing your neck to my caresses. I reach round to the table and take up your wired slave collar with name / owners tag and slip it round your neck, attaching it securely with a screwdriver. I kiss your neck and back as my hands trace the outline of your body, sliping over your breast and down over your thong. "Keep your.