Wakama was groaning now as well as he continued thrusting into me. His legs moved underneath us a little more, and his thrusts began lifting me up off...my feet. I was literally being held up by his cock, impaled in my cunt. This happened several times, with me flopping around as he drove deeply into me. He put his hands on my thighs, around in front, and lifted up. My legs were now held behind him as I was floating in space, held up only by him on one end and my face and arms on the other. His. You did a good job." I wondered why the Habstner would be travelling at night.This group and the last had a lot of powder between them. We rolled two barrels down the road and put them close to the road but sixty metres further along. Lead balls were put inside the barrel and half way around. A radio detonator went into each and then rock was put all around the barrel to contain the blast.We were on the way by the time the approaching force was six klicks back. They were not travelling fast at. "Yes, what is it?" Sir, I know that I should call you Sir in non-sexual situation, but under the circumstances, it feels like all situations are sexual. It doesn't matter if I'm sucking your cock or loading the dishwasher; I still get turned on." Hmm, I see your point. Very well, you may call me Master at all times." Thank you, Master."He tossed the empty bottle in the waste-paper basket. "Kneel slave," he said, pointing to the floor in front of him."Yes Master," I placed my half-finished water. There is no calendar for me to see. Not in the kitchen, not in any of the corridors or rooms I have been in. I have completely lost track of how long I have been here, but it must have been weeks and weeks and weeks. Or even months?What will Joe think now? Or my parents? What will they think of me? Will they think I have just run away? Will the police look for me? The girl, Neena, shredded my passport and Joe must have noticed that it is missing from our home, by now. He will wonder if I have.