Nothing better than that he answered and without warning he rammed his fat meat with full force and without consideration in me. I cried out loud. Onl... quietly he said you got used to it right away. I felt my hole stretch, stretched to the touch. He paused for a moment and the first pain subsided. Slowly he started to slip in and out of my hole. I felt he was rubbing the intestinal walls, a feeling I had never experienced before. Slowly the lust replaced the pain and he fucks faster and. My name is Victor." He offered me his hand and we shook."What did you name her? I'm curious." Kristy. After the model Kristy Argenta." Really, Mr. Hughes, isn't that a little, ah, immature." No. She was on a billboard advertising the BMW that you were driving when you took off for the turnpike back in Jersey. How did you get away?" Ah, a mnemonic device. Very clever," he concluded. "I got away the same way you did - I switched cars and identities." I know more about you Mr. Hughes, or should I. As I read the story and rubbed my clit, I felt so excited and so naughty. I hadn't felt so fucking horny in a long time. It only took a couple of minutes for me to be right on the edge and I could feel my knickers were soaking wet with the thrill of it. I shoved a finger up my cunt and hooked it round to touch my G spot. Wow! I had both hands in my panties on a train and it felt delicious. I was slightly nervous about finishing. There is a moment in any orgasm where control is lost, by its very. " Alex." His voice was just above a whisper. "Are these things for me?" He was looking at my collar and cuffs on the dresser.I picked them up and again admired the handwork; "These were made by hand for me in Thailand. I don't think they'd actually fit you. You can try 'em if you want." I held them loosely, not offering them to him but not taking them away either. He took the collar and caressed the inlaid pattern. He opened the snaps and fit it properly around my neck.I didn't move but I know.