She had the thick buds pierced with thick barbells of metal just to make them even more sensitive for such an occasion. When he slapped his hands ...nto her tits it made her gasp from the shocking sensation of his cold clammy skin clapping over her silken breasts. He was grinding his fingers into them making her creamy flesh spill through the gaps of his fingers. She wriggled in his grasp because it felt like he was trying to burst her silicone filled balloons. Her firm orbs were being. We could only see each other from the waist up but from the way his one hand was below the window ledge and the way his arm was moving, my bare tits were having a profound effect on him. The thought of him playing with cock just out of my view and I knew I had to see it for myself. Stepping back out of sight, I got dressed in just a skirt and top, no bra or panties and made my way round to his flat. I was going to pretend I wanted to borrow some milk or something. As soon as he opened the. I will make you the best damn coffee of your life and eggs Benedict if you tell me all now.’ Jasmine knew Sammi wouldn’t leave her alone till she had a blow by blow account. ‘OK deal.’ Jasmine had finished her shower and dressed for work by the time she finished reliving last night for Sammi. It didn’t help that Sammi interrupted every five seconds to ask a hundred questions. ‘Oh my, Jas I think I need to have a cold shower after hearing all that.’ Sammi giggled softly. ‘I can’t believe my. No burlap, no duct tape, not cold, not warm, no sounds, no odors; nothing to feel. Am I really awake? Might be a dream, but a dream about nothing? I lick my lips. Dry, it’s real. “Hello,” I whisper. No answer, no echo. Louder. Still nothing. Loudest. Still quiet as death. I can’t feel my body; can’t move a finger or toe. “Where can I be?” I ask out loud, as I slip back into sleep. I’m awake, suddenly. An echo returns the click of a latch. Eyes open. Only darkness. I close them, yet it’s no.