“If you ask me, I’d love you to be one of my fantasy girls. You have enough sexual energy to sink a submarine,” he said lovingly and gave me a b...autifully crafted kiss on the cheek. “Thanks Mike. The pleasure was all mine," and I smiled at his gorgeous body. I returned home that night a quivering mess, thinking through what I had just done. I felt ashamed and yet exhilarated, somehow as though I had been released, maybe I was meant to travel this journey. I am not a very spiritual person, but. I couldn’t feel the pain, nor could I even feel him on me. For one simple moment, all I saw were those beautiful, loving eyes.And then it all came back. The pain had returned to me, although it had lessened somewhat. I felt that he was inside of me, but he had softened somewhat. I looked down and was violently brought back to reality – He wasn’t even halfway in. Subconsciously, I gave a small whimper in despair, realizing afterwards what I did. Predictably, he tried to pull out of me. I kept my. " At this, I grabbed the bellman's wrist and moved his hands along your shoulders. He smiled cautiously as you purred. As if he were my puppet, I had him caress the length of your body, along your sides, along your breasts, along your thighs. You were quiet as this play took place, only the occasional inward gasp of breath. I had his fingers trace your face and neck. I had his hands make circles on your belly. I took his cheek and brushed across your thighs. You swirled in contentment and. As he scrubbed away, I realized that it was the dried blood he was after. Which was confirmed when he rinsed the cloth out again and started roughly scrubbing the areas where it had dried on my thighs and between. I wasn’t sure why he was going to such lengths, but it was slowly starting to dawn on me what was coming next. Moving the bucket out of the way, he then picked up a piece of rope from the supply of items he had brought on his first trip, and stepped up on the wooden box. He made a.