He pulled my shirt up, but not off, exposing my tits. "Those are fucking perfect," he told me as he grabbed them a little rougher than I would have l...ked. He was slowly sliding in and out of my pussy paying more attention to my tits than anything else. While his dick felt great inside me, his breast play was less erotic - roughly kneeding my tits as if he was preparing dough for baking. His thrusting picked up, his body now fully on top of mine, all his weight on top of me and thrusting. You have my permission.”She looked at me.“Go ahead,” I said.There was silence. She squirmed. “But Sir, my hands are bound…”“Yes, they are,” I said, helpfully.There was a longish pause, then, “Would you please make me cum, Sir?”“What will you do for me if I do?”She gulped again, then looked me in the eyes and said, “I promise I’ll do anything you want. Anything at all.”“Anything,” I said flatly, as I had a week ago.“Yes, Sir. Anything…”“In that case, do go on with your story.” And I resumed. Either way he was going to enjoy himself. He got in his car and looked the slut up and down again. He drove for about five minutes and stopped outside of his house. Stay he ordered her as he turned off the car and got out. He came over to her door, opening it and dragging her out by the hair. There was no one about as he pushed her yet again into the car and roughly secured a blindfold over her eyes. He led her into the house by her hair and directed her down a flight of steps. It was freezing. ”You are not sure what is happening or what you might face, so you take a huge meat cleaver from the butcher’s block to use as a weapon. You following the slouching Hina out of the kitchen and to a door you have never noticed before near the grand staircase. It is so small and unobtrusive that you must have passed it dozens of times before and never noticed.Hina opens it with a click and plucks a candelabrum from the wall to light the way down the narrow staircase. You follow behind the.