As the barrage continued I cried out, not caring if the neighbors could hear. The crying came like powerful waves. I did my best to stand up to them... But as I would start to regain my composure the pain and sorrow of disappointing her would overrun me and the tears would rage with more vengeance than before. I began to repeat myself over and over.“I’m sorry. I’m so sorry,” I was blubbering. “Please forgive me,” I sobbed.When she was done, I was crying and shaking. She dropped the brush to. She was at that moment the most beautiful thing in the world to me. I don’t know if it was the fact that I hadn’t masturbated in a while or because I was drunk, but I was never hornier. I could feel my precum dripping out of my cock and my balls felt incredibly tense.I truly had temporarily lost it. I had all these thoughts whirl inside my head in the span of five seconds. Sara finally sat back up again and handed me the glass of water. My hand shook slightly as I gulped it down. As much as I. "I shrug, then grab her shoulds and start pushing onto her back on the couch.She tries to get her leg between mine so she can knee me again.No chance for her this time.She gets mad. "Let me get my leg in there, stupid!" No, you crazy bitch."She slaps me then. "Don´t call me bitch, asshole!"I grab her wrist."You´re pissing me off." I tell her, trying to remain calm."You started it!" she said, with her tyical logic. "Now get off of me, Marci!" Dp you give up?" I ask her.Looking for her to admit. When it drove into the grounds of the mansionthat I was going to live in, I gasped at the size and the opulence ofwhere I was going to live. (Opulence being a word I didn't know existeduntil my captors told me what it meant.) My captors led the way to mybedroom and I fell asleep wondering what the next day would bring.The next day I woke up and for a horrible moment I thought I was back onthe island.Then I remembered what had happened and looked around for something towear. My wardrobe was.