I stretch both hands above her head and hold her wrists with one hand while the other undoes my belt. I take it off and wrap it around her wrists, sec...ring them together. I get off her and pick her up by her hair, causing her to cry out again. I drag her over to a drain pipe and take the belt and loop it around the buckle it so she's now tied to it with her back facing me.The bulge in my jeans becomes tighter as her cries become louder. I undo my fly and take my pants off, kicking them aside. I. ”“I exist to serve.”“Once more, please. Like you mean it.”“I exist to serve.”“And how do you serve?”“By getting off.”“And how do you get off?”“By getting men off.”The next day was an interesting mix of happiness and exhaustion. I feel like I floated through most of it, still euphoric from being fucked the previous night. Until you’ve had a real cock inside you, I don’t think you can really say that you’ve been fucked. I know that I’d made love to plenty of guys, but until I’d become acquainted. Finally Sharon pulled back but looked him in the eye. "You," she said, "because you are carrying them both and you're scared that something might happen to them. And that's a hell of a burden to carry."Nothing untoward happened that week but, on the days that he collected Annette from school he was tailed by a blue BMW which ceased to follow him once he had turned off the main road for the village.On Sunday night Sharon rang. "Jeremy's in the area," she said. "I can feel it strongly." Have you. .no red led lights are flashing so its only me that knows of its existence. i retreat into a cubicle , the door of which almost fills the frame of the video camera view.. with the door locked , i take out the necessities from my small rucksack or as i call it , my fucksack.. my heels , a big tube of lube , brand new poppers and a 2g bag of mephadrone ordered from the internet , no other cheap , easily available powder will get a slut in the mood for nasty behaviour like that stuff.. .