Listen to me and do what I say and I can get you out," Madam Carronade told Carl.Carl's only reliable touchstone was Page. He looked at her and saw he... nod. "We're in. Tell us what to do."Madame Carronade turned to the hostess, "Heather, take them through the service area to the freight elevator. My car is on level three of the parking structure. Tell Claude to take them to the house. No wait ... you go too, I don't want you taken and tortured for information." With a wave she saw them off. As. I knelt up, pushing a finger deep inside her, giving a few strokes before withdrawing and tasting it. I smelled it her again, a deep pungent aroma much stronger than before. I plunged and pulled again. And this time I leaned over her to touch it to her lips. As I did I felt the tip of my penis touch her pubis. It felt good. Keeping contact with her soft skin I trailed downward until I touched my penis tip to her teenage clit. It felt so wrong. It felt so right. My precum coated her bud. It splashed from your body and trickled with your sweat down the crack of your ass. The aroma of your body, only made you come yet again. He flipped you around, handling you like a rag doll. You were placed on your hands and knees, your legs spread wide, the breeze blowing across your wet sex. He pushed it in deep, forcing your head into the covers. You gathered the covers in your hands. Your teeth found a pillow and bit into it. You heard the hypnotic voice again. "Get up!" it commanded,. I sat up groaning. What happened? Where was I? Oh yes, we were attacked. My eyes flew wide open and I rushed to my feet heading for the door. I only got two steps before I gripped the bed post tightly, the room spinning in a dizzy whirl."No." I whispered softly, trying very hard not to faint.When the room righted itself again I took a much slower approach. I walked to the door and gripped the handle. There was no budging it. I pushed, pulled, knocked, pounded and screamed at it. I even went so.