And he wanted to massage her, too. To give her something she had never had. To make her feel good. So he continued.He kneaded the back of her thighs, ...is fingers sliding ever so close to her pussy. Close enough to feel the damp heat exuding from it. She rubbed his club harder between her feet and moaned. He wasn't teasing, he was massaging. It took a Superman effort to not slide anything inside her lower mouth opening and closing, beckoning. He kneaded down the leg, behind the shin."Turn over,". “No kisses, no romance. Not yet. We have months to bridge and we have thousands of miles to bridge.” She spoke so directly, yet without sounding like she was directing me. Rather she was suggesting. “I have a tube of lube in my suitcase along with some condoms. I am going to get them out. You sit on the bed while I do it and if you aren’t hard already, stroke yourself and make yourself hard. I want you to fuck me in the ass before anything else. I want you to fill me and take me from behind, as. The likelihood of selling her into enslavementnow seemed far fetched, once again Jolly Roger had acted on an alcohol inducedimpulse and now had to make a decision what to do with the whore that wouldassure he would not be a resident of the Ohio Department of Corrections forthe next decade. He started by removing Cathy's bondage hood, collar chain and tape gag. Desperateafter nearly three hours of immobilization and sensory deprivation she pleadedwith him to release her, she would service him. "I don't care what she wants!" That's part of the problem. Regardless, I don't want you to talk to her." I don't give a fuck what you want either!" Yes, you do." The guitar was in position. I leaned against the wall and touched the strings. The hand she had poised to beat on the door fell to her side. She turned to look at me."You shouldn't frown," I told her. "It's not attractive on you."I smiled at her confusion; she would understand soon enough. "Move away from the door please." Fuck you,.