"Mum says that everyone has their own free will. I'll go tell her." Wait Sandra, please, come back." She hesitantly comes back."I'm sorry, I'll stay a... long as you like. As you said, I think I'm your responsibility. I'm just a little freaked out by it all. Waking up here dressed like this. Do you think your responsibility would include something to eat?"She smiles through her tears. "Yes it does, wait here, and yes, Mum wants to see you too."Then she runs away, leaving me alone. I try to make. I don’t mean to torture you like this…” “Then don’t!” she pleaded, interrupting him. “Hit me, beat me, shoot me! Hell, I used to like that. But don’t…" She sighed noisily in true frustration. "Just talk to me! Please, Jake, don’t not talk to me…” Tears were running down her cheeks as she looked around the desert cabin."Why do you have a cabin out here in the middle of nowhere?" she asked. "No! Don't tell me! This is where you've come to mourn for me! For how many years, now, Jake? Were you. I screamed very loudly. I thrashed against my ropes and screamed and screamed and screamed. Then I felt a hand on my body. Very gently the hand stroked my breasts. I stopped screaming. I was afraid. I was very confused, but I no longer felt like screaming. My nipples were become harder and harder as another hand joined the first to stroke and caress them.One hand moved down my body and began to stroke my legs. I was no longer screaming, but I was now moaning very loudly. The hand moved. "Did you ever have sex with her?" she asked out of the blue."What do you mean?" I asked stupidly."Sex? Did you and Jill ever do it?" Well, not really." What do you mean, not really?" Well, I've never had intercourse with her. But she did give me a hand-job once in the theater." Tell me about it." Well, we went out one Friday night to the movies. I don't remember which movie." I don't really care about the movie." I had been asking her to give me a blow-job. She didn't want to do it, but finally.
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