She dragged me by my hand to the elevator.“Where are we?” I asked as she gave me a furious look as to say, “Shut up.” We reached the 28th floo... and got out. She dragged me and opened the door to a flat. We both got in, and it was a really good house. The interior was good, and there was still a lot of the basic stuff you’d need.It looked like no one had been there for a while, but it was still pretty good. As I was admiring the house, she pulled me and stormed to the bedroom. She pushed me on. There's a baseball bat shoved up my ass all the way to the top of the grip and it has been lubed heavily with bengay. I've gotten used to the burning sensation and have grown to enjoy it. It gives me something to mentally escape to when I need to. My hands are bound but have enough play for me to masturbate -- which I am instructed to do at all times. I've been in this position for what seems to be days now. I have blackout contacts in my eyes and have no concept of who's around me but there. "Come and sit on the sofa," the little one said, dragging me over sitting me down and then draping herself over me. "My uncle used to sit me on his knee and after a short while his hand would slip up under my skirt or dress and gently rub my thighs. I could fell a lump pressing me from below , just like I can now. His hand would move higher and higher until it was caressing my knickers. I would only get a pleasant tingling feeling, but I found it rather exciting. We lived in a more innocent. He watched as she rolledthe drop in her mouth, savoring it and then swallowing.Her tongue, as if she was satisfied with the taste ofhim, was back, swirling and washing over the sensitivesoftness of his engorged cock head. The reddening glansof his prick were left glistening and wet with a wake ofher saliva.Her attention then turned to the underside of histhrobbing rod. Languorously, her teasing oral digit ranits sweet moist tip along the rough ridge of skinemerging from the black bush of his.