As you make your way up the stairs, you begin to feel light headed. You must have been more tired than you'd thought. You make your way to the top of ...he stairs and stumble into your bedroom, collapsing onto your bed and passing out.You wake up in a plain white room, your face pressed against the floor. You blink a few times before standing up and looking around. You couldn't see any features in the room, no windows, doors, tables, not even a light. Just as you were thinking you were dreaming,. .come dicevo nella prima storia..lascio il nord per essere trasferito nella bassa Piemonte in un paesino dell'entroterra..in mezzo alle risaie..non c'era da fare niente...e quando per un temporale andava via l'elettricità...non tornava prima del giorno dopo...e stavamo al Nord...Prendo possesso del mio ufficio..e dell'appartamento che mi tocca...per il grado che occupavo.....un appartamento grande...ma vuoto di mobili....E allora con l'aiuto di un dipendente..mi reco in un mobilificio e mi. He had stood up and now was placed to her left, while his penetrating glance glided from her high cheekbones to her neck and further down the luscious curve of her accentuated breast toward her navel. Then he moved behind her where her still pinned-up tresses offered a good view of her elegantly arched back. ?Goddess?that’s what you were meant to be.? He didn’t touch her. She did feel not the slightest current of air. Was he still there at all?? ?Master?? She hated how high, almost whining her. . I will."I stared at her then, feeling the small pressure of the dildo against my clit as Jane moved her hips. My nipples were hard and cold as ice, sensitive to the slightest touch. She was getting off on what she was saying, I realized, and so was I. It was strange and unexpected, bringing my body to flush hotly so that the room felt cold and goose bumps rose on my skin."I do want you to watch," I whispered, without really considering my words. "I want to see your face when I make love to.