She would tease me with the lingerie.She would rub the silk, satin, lycra, spandex, lace or whatever, over mycock, my nipples, my ass, anything that s...e thought would turn me on. Itgot to the point that the slightest touch of any of it would get me hard.One day I had to leave Victoria's Secret because just the sight of all ofit made me too hard to stick around and shop. I was in bad shape.One night we were back at her place having an all night session. Kerry hada talent for keeping me hard and. A police car passed and I had toforce myself not to hail it.As a survivor of the Program who didn't murder anybody, I knew that Iwas an outlaw; and could not count on police protection. I wondered ifI could hail a taxi and drive far from my so-called mother and out ofthe tracker's range. Not to my real parents as I would soon be caught,but over the border to Scotland, to live in the glens like Bonnie PrinceCharlie when he was on the run from the redcoats centuries ago. Poachingsalmon, hiding. You tell me. I don’t smile, I’m still not sure it’s a compliment. You’re slow and deliberate with your cock now, changing the angle to get deeper into me. Watching my tight arse grip you as you slide out before ramming it back in. “Fuck it!!!” I say and I can’t deny that it feels so fucking good. “Patience!” you say, in ‘that’ tone and if I could see the expression on your face, I know it would drive me wild as you’re marvelling the sight of yourself ball deep in me. “How badly do you want it?”. ..begging meto stop. However I could see the hint of lust mixed in. Although she wasplaying the part of an unwilling damsel I could see this was turning heron just as much as it was me. A second stroke had her screwing up hereyes and mewling into the gag again. At six I stopped admiring myhandiwork. Six red welts crisscrossed both her cheeks, but it was themottling I was most interested in. I could see the nettle stings risingeither side of the welts. She started to shuffle in her bindings so.