Hands gripping the arm-chair as though fastened, awaiting execution, but it isn't the pain of death that I await, but the pain of pleasured torture as...so easily your hands grasp, then pull as my slacks slide as easily as though torn away.The fullness of me now stands, appreciatively at your beauty, looking once again towards your eyes, but they have again turned, admiring that which draws my look downwards. The tips of your fingers already encircling each of your hard erect nipples, a tender. ? ?The force will.? ?Not. I’ve taken special care to help you disappear. You need to remember, I am a professional in this. That’s enough!? He stood me up and untied my elbows and wrists. He unbuttoned my jacket and pulled it off my body. He bound my wrists in front of me then he fumbled and raised them above my head. I suddenly felt my utility belt fall free from me. ?I need you to hold real still cunt.? Something flat and cold touched the. With this abnormal proximity, the rocking movements of the speeding train caused an unavoidable friction between our bodies that was no more his fault than mine. Under the circumstances, I thought, it would have been more surprising if he hadn't gotten an erection.Just in front of me, a smaller, shorter Japanese man stood facing me, his face alarmingly close to my chest. This diminutive fellow was striving mightily to avoid having his face pressed right into my breasts, but it was a losing. He was looking forward to paying them a visit. Maybe even spending a couple of days there if he could afford to. Pleasant accommodations were hard to come by since the Fall...His room was pleasant. Top floor in the three-story building with his balcony overlooking the famed spring. The pool was nestled between surrounding rocks and a small waterfall fell into it creating the pleasant sound of water in his room. He couldn't wait to feel the water for himself.He slowly lowered himself into the.