The taste vivid on her dry lips; the memory muted by the rounds of rum. Tricia Saratopia, an attractive and confident deli clerk from Hampton, New Ha...pshire stirred about, shifting uneasily in her bed slowly; almost slow motion, touching her face and her closed eyelids with her finger tips, softly stroking her thick eyebrows and freckled nose to feel the sensation of life. It was real. This was an unusual morning; unexpected, and now becoming very troublesome. “I wouldn’t have done what I. He accessed the files that he had downloaded from the city’s Superintendent, cross-referencing the correct codes, then tapped in the sequence. There was a mechanical crunching sound as the two doors parted, sliding back into recesses in the buildings to either side of the road, their way clear.Almost as soon as they were on the other side of the barrier, it began to close again of its own accord, no doubt the Superintendent’s doing.“So you ‘can’ open doors, tiny man,” Alba muttered. “They have. I can't believe I'm actually putting this in writing, but I just have to get it off my chest, it's eating me up. I know I'm blushing, but bare with me. The person that came in, I couldn't see their face at first and so I smiled and turned to face them. Then I could see her face, she had the most amazing blue eyes I had ever seen. They're still so vivid, so alive in my mind, I don't think I could ever forget them, or her, and that's what I'm most afraid of. I remember looking into her face and. Tight.I drive my cock into you, hard.Again.Again.My strokes are short and deep: each one hitting bottom in your pussy."Tell me, Slave, does your pussy like the pounding its getting?" Yes Master. Oh yes!" Does it like being fucked?" Oh yes Master."I hold still inside you."Then let me hear you beg for it. Beg me to fuck your pussy." Oh please Master. Please." You say, "Please fuck my pussy! Please!"Even more slowly than before, I begin to fuck your pussy. Each stroke; deep. Hard. My balls.