He spun me over, socked his cock into my patulous brown eye and penetrated the window of my asshole for what seemed like a comet passing through time ...o eternity, until he came inside me, offering one long-winded, and whining, stately empirical sigh as he painted my randy warm hole with one third of the colour of the American flag. Afterwards we talked casually, and I, under an attempt to have one of my own poetry pieces recognised, attempted to persuade Jesus to read it out whilst I recorded. “Hey, my name is Jake. I’m sorry about how that went down back there. Hopefully they didn’t get any of your things before I came along.” She turned to him and smiled, “Well ‘Jake’, I have never been so happy to see anyone in my life. My ‘things’ are all still intact because of you. Brandy…” She held out her hand. Jake shook it and wondered what was next. “How did those guys get you? What were you doing back there?” “I’m visiting some friends. They had to go out of town for a couple of days,. He coiled Ashley’s ponytailed hair around his finger and used it to jerk her head back; it was fast becoming his favorite gesture of control over her. She looked up at him. “Can we please rest now, Master?” If he wouldn’t let them go, perhaps he would at least give them a reprieve. Maybe they could use the time to come up with a plan, arrange secret signals in case an opportunity came along to escape.Mladic scowled. “You think getting fucked and then fucking your pencil-dicked boyfriend means. As if I didn’t know that as well.“Why do you think?” “I don’t know” I lied. I knew he shouldn’t, we shouldn’t, but…The handle turned and the door slowly opened, his silhouette hovered in the doorway, backlit by the landing light, he edged into the room. Quietly he closed the door and shuffled over to my bed.“What do you want?” I asked.He sat down on the side of my bed. “I’d really like to touch your tits again.” He breathed, excitedly. ”If that’s ok?”I felt his hands sliding over my duvet,.