Another thing was that at that some kinky part of me fount this weird situation strangely arousing and my raging cock yelled release from my briefs.Al... of a sudden I stopped in front of Kim. I noticed that even if she had not done a thing she was breathing heavily. I took her hands in mine and put then on the waistband of my briefs. She gasped but she kept holding the waistband when I took my own hands away and moved my hands behind her back. There was a collective gasp when I opened her bra. "No, this is my own special apartment," she answered with pride. "It used to be for a rich man's favorite mistress, but I have lived here nearly five years now."Robert wondered how a young Turkish girl could afford such an expensive-looking place, but he didn't ask any questions. It was possible that she, too, was able to stay there only because she was the kept woman of a wealthy man, and she might be sensitive about it."Make yourself at home," she told him. "I'll be back in a minute." Then. Candi trembled and cried out (as much as she could) as the feeling inside of her turned into an explosive orgasm. Her body bucked as her semen pushed its way out and drizzled a stream of white onto the cold hard floor. She groaned and twitched as Steven continued to hold her down. This wasn’t like any climax Candi had ever experienced as a man. It seemed to keep going with each stroke of the rod and thrust of the plug, more cum leaking from her dainty pink cage with each pulse. “I think you’ve. It usually happens when someone I love is helpless and under the power of another person. I go into a state of perpetual motion in which I cannot stop until I find some way to make the problem go away. In those situations, all caution is thrown to the wind. I become a type of person that I don’t even like.There was an instance in which my sister informed me that a guy at the drug store, where she worked, had tried to corner her in a back room. Despite her pleas to not interfere, I had.