I am not insulted my face was his last glance. Probably for the best, less personal that way. I am just a pair of tits and a pussy for tonight. Nothin... more. "I want you," he says. Music to my ears - to be wanted."Then come and get me," I purr, not making a move toward him. He kicks off his shoes and slides across the bed to me. I rake my long fingernails through his hair, awaiting his first move. Will he kiss me? Grab my breasts? That's part of the excitement - the unknown. He leans in for a. Those people didn't know me."How do you plead?" I ask again when he does not answer.I hold a long, cruel survival knife in my right hand. Just like the oneJohn Rambo carried. I'd taken it from a man who was anything but Rambo.A blonde haired, round jawed yuppie had drawn this knife on me. Now hewas tied to a pole. Another pause. The accused shakes his head, regaining some of hiscognitive functions. As soon as he does he looks up at me, working thekindest smile in the county."May, honey. I tilted my head back, feeling those sweet kissed leave wet spots on my skin. Her kisses trailed down to my breasts again. I tucked my hands in her shiny black hair as her tongue began to flick over my hard nipples. I ran my fingers through her hair as her sucking produced several noticeable shudders from within me. “Try and be quiet for me, okay?” She begged. I nodded, seeing a little fear and hesitation in her deep brown eyes. I was too greedy to let her stop though. I needed her. I watched everything, they fucked me for hours. Infact they didnt stop fucking me, it was the camera that died, so i couldnt figure out how long they fucked me. But the recording made me horny, i fapped watching myself get fucked. I wanted more but then the thought of the pain came back, i didnt wanted to feel it again. I was getting mixed feelings. I thought i should take a rest today, so i didnt spend time with them, told them i was feeling sick and they were okay with it. At night i slept.