Index, middle, ring, pinky, and then back again. Up and then down, fingers touching in perfect rhythm over and over again. Each touch, each repetition...sent him deeper down the one-way channel. It was his gravity, the law of nature, the law of his mind, one can only sink deeper. The harder he tried to keep his fingers from touching, the more perfectly they snapped together. Exposed resistance is more easily washed away, resistance is obedience.She circled her captive, extending a bright red. He stopped and withdrew, saying, “she`s a tight little virgin at the moment” and laughing. I nicked the middle knot as I had the first, again my assistant began easing the thread from its temporary home, she began to squeak again, and Harry and I laughed as mascara tears ran as her head rolled from side to side with the exquisite pain. Harry placed his prick in her hand, the wrist being secured just at the right height. “Good idea mate” I said and I was quick to copy the idea at the other. Causing him to move faster, thrusting harder into her. His mouth finding the skin of her hard nipple. Sucking on the left. Squeezing the right between his fingers. He continued this for a couple minutes before sitting up, his cock still in her. He placed his hands on her hips, holding her down. Rocking his cock in and out of her. He grabbed one of her legs and put it on his shoulder. Now he was hitting a spot that made it feel even better than before. For a moment, she thought she might come. He’s certain Gerry will be on time because he saw dust to the west half an hour ago. So much dust it could only be a large motorised force kicking up dust in the fields while crossing the farms.Just after 4:30 p.m. he’s smiling when the mercenaries move down the six lane highway, three lanes in each direction, in a six line column while using the whole road with tanks in the outside lines. Their flankers are well short of his troops’ positions. They’re about eight hundred metres into the trap..