Our first piece was going to be Beethoven's sixth symphony, a lot of music for a chamber orchestra. We were going to have to play our hearts out to do...it justice.A little before ten, I thought I heard Hae-Won moving around in her apartment below me. It was comforting somehow. I let my imagination drift and pictured her bringing her day to an end; getting undressed, slipping into a nightgown or T-shirt, padding barefoot into her bathroom to pee and brush her teeth, then sitting at her dresser to. She slowly studied her body and all of the hickies and bite marks on it. Turning her back to the mirror, she looked over her shoulder at all of the bruises there. It was then that she noticed the hickey right where her ass cheeks started. “That dirty old man!” She whispered, remembering how he had knelt behind her and pushed his face in between the cheeks of her ass. She remembered his hot breath and then his tongue on her asshole, licking and pushing his tongue up into it. Bending over,. ’ I started to nod and stopped. Regan? He called me Regan? Tears welled in my eyes and I wanted to just lay down and cry my heart out. He did know. He knew that I was from the future. And he didn’t want to kill me. More than that, he still wanted to be with me. ‘This is my home, Cien. This time. I am not going back to 2007. I won’t.’ He touched me gently again, my face, my hair. ‘Ye canna see what they’ve done to ye, Regan. If ye could, ye would run screaming to yer own time.’ Cien shook his. "There was about a cup full of cum in that cup, and I drank it all down. I moaned involuntarily as I swallowed the last of it. My ex took the cup from me, going to the kitchen to put it in the sink. He came back and commented about how good I looked on my hands and knees. "You look like you're ready to be my bitch now. Are you?" Yes."He moved behind me. "Back up." I began crawling backward until I felt something penetrate my pussy lips. "Keep backing up." I backed up a little more and.