Allie moaned and gasped, her canal relaxing a little to accommodate him. As the resistance lessened, he picked up the pace. It dawned on her that she ...adn’t told him to put on a condom. She knew that she should make him stop and do so, but couldn’t bear the thought of having to wait even a second to have him back inside her. “Don’t come inside me,” she told him. He nodded and responded, “Okay.” The pace and strength of his thrusts continued to rise, still stretching Allie to her limits. He. On occasion I would see her in the hallways, either vaccuming the floors or going in between rooms that she was cleaning. If she heard me walking up the halls she would look, and I would smile before sheepishly looking away. One day I finally held my smile for more than an instant and had the privilege of seeing her smile back. Her face lit up as a genuine smile came across her face. The innocence of it was only surpassed when she let out a little giggle. She was the epitome of feminimity in. I noticed that there were no handcuffs and asked him howhe immobilised his slaves and what he did with them. He told me he was a rope Master and took off his top exposinga good lightly hairy body but what surprised me was thatit was crisscrossed with tight knotted rope, (Japanesestyle) which disappeared below the waist band of his trousers.I admired the way the tight ropes around the chest in particularforced his tits and nipples to thrust forward and immediatelybegan to daydream about what I. Only about 300 or so people live there – nearly all of them farmers. It used to be bigger but a lot of folks have moved away over the years.”“There’s only one stoplight, a post office, a church, a couple of bars and a small convenience store—so if you blink, you’ll probably miss it.” She laughed.“The town used to be called ... oh, wait ... I used to know this ... it was ... Ziffelbrau! I know, it’s kind of a funny name!” Her eyes sparkled at the remembrance.With a wave of her hand, however, she.