It includes graphic sex and developing BDSM elements. Some people (my slave in particular!) would have me warn you that there are considerable element... of over-romantic fiction. CHAPTER 1 He had dressed carefully. As he pulled the black leather riding boots up to his knees, and tucked the dusky velvet of his breeches into them, he turned to a tarnished looking-glass on the chest in the dingy room to check his appearance. He saw there his midnight-dark silk shirt tucked into the breeches, its. And a small TV. There were two doors at the end, which turned out to be for a shower room and a tiny kitchen. In the kitchen was a big cardboard box, closed with tape, sitting on the worktop.Was someone in the cottages next door? Could it be her mum, and the aliens? She looked at the bed: it was big enough for two, so they could be, if they were sharing - two in each. It was a pity there were no windows in the side of this little building.What were they doing to Mo? Was Boris bullying him? Were. Marge certainly knew exactly what she was doing.Sal could tell right away this one had lots and lots of practice with bringing cocks off with her mouth. He wondered if this was how she kept her job so long when a lot of places were cutting back and laying off the workers. The pretty brunette even did some neat tricks with his balls that he had not experienced before. He watched her in amazement as her skillful tongue worked him over and brought him to a fantastic explosion of creamy cum right. The woman closest to her looked her straight in the eyes and shouted."Oh Sam, are you OK? Speak to me!" She just looked back. "Uh...yea? What the chiz?"Coming from the left there was a couple swat team members came in and fired upon the main robber. The bullets hitting him sounded like pouring lemonade and they fell off of him. The shots, though he was fine, ripped off his mask and coat, revealed his body of really shiny metal. He fired back at them, mowing them down. Now Sam knew this was.