I rub my hard cock over your pussy and then quickly thrust it deep inside you. I go faster each time, harder and faster. You feel the water falling ov...r your body. I pull your hair and bring your head back. I push my cock deep inside you, as far as it will go. I lean forward and whisper in your ear “Feeling naughty still?” and you scream out “OHH YES”. My fingers begin to rub your ass and quickly pushing their way inside you. I pull my cock out of your wet pussy and rub it against your ass. I. I hobbled toward the closet as quickly as the bonds on my ankles would permit. She opened the door and inside was a chair which she motioned for me to sit in. Once I was seated, she securely tied me to the chair with rope. She reached down and seized my rock-hard cock in her hand and said, ‘Don’t make a sound until I return. Do you understand?’ I nodded my head. She walked out of the closet and closed the door behind her. I was left sitting in the darkness of the closet with a. However, Richard was there and that feltgood in a strangely hateful manner. Paul loved and hated his captor;still aware of the terrible things done to him yet extremely gratefulfor the tiny, perverted version of human contact he offered. Richard smiled warmly down at his slave and said: "You are mine for goodnow, you useless cunt". Then he zipped up his pants, grabbed Paul's longhair and pulled him into a semi-upright position (Paul's knees hadtrouble bending properly after so long standing up). His mind replayed in vivid detail all the memories of their first ‘meeting’, of their time together, the loving times, the fighting times, the separations. This last one had been the worst. Five years. Five long, aching years without her smile, her words, her very self in his life. He followed her in the press and online, but after their last quarrel, she had not come to ask him back, to remind him of his promise to be her friend always. He had come to expect her to call him back, truth be.