He hit my g-spot with the first thrust, causing me to arch my back, let out a loud uh!, and grab the sheets. He thrust hard again, and the same exact ...hing happened again. He went hard and fast, wasting no time, each thrust making me feel like I was ready to cum. And sure enough, after about a dozen thrusts, I was overcome with a light-headed sensation, combined with the enormous urge to scream. I felt my pussy clasp down on his hard cock. But none of this phased him. He just continued to. There was nothing I could add to what he said, and since I had no idea what he was talking about, there was nothing for me to say.They looked me over like I was a lab rat, which was very uncomfortable, but still I waited for them to say what they brought me there to hear."We need your help, again..." This came from the President.Shane Victorello took it from there. "When Samantha Young was taken into custody late last night, the phones of a number of people thought to be involved in a plot. He then looped ropes around each wrist and led me to my bedroom. Thiswas pink and feminine. I noticed a bar hanging above head height and heasked me to grip it. He then secured my wrists to it and raised itsomewhat until I was on tip toe. He then went and fetched another creamsatin corset and wrapped that around me and began to tighten. This timehe was down to 26" and I felt the pressure gripping my sides. He leftme to dangle.He returned and tied ropes around my ankles and secured these. But it was for that reason that he thought of her again when his fate seemed dire. He thought of Lilith because he knew if he didn't, he would die without seeing her again. Whether it was love, hate, desperation; James did not know. He only knew he would not die until he had stood before his mistress one last time.Holding onto that sliver of hope, James stayed afloat. He survived the crashing waves that sought to drag him down and destroy him. He caged the beast that wished to tear him apart..