" I am the hero of the story." I grinned."Yes, you're my knight in shining armor." She giggled. "And since you took such a big risk, I, the princess, ...sk how can I please my knight?"I laughed at her act. She's was making it seem like she was trying to please me but was the one who really wanted to be pleased. If I said no, I'm sure I would have been raped anyway. I thought for a second, looking out the windshield as my mind turned over some ideas of how my little princess could 'please me'. I. She shrieked against his hand, her eyes wheeling and shocky with the lance of pain, arching up and away, yanking on her wrists. He pushed through the barrier of her innocence in a heartbeat, groaning as he speared into her body and forced her to open. He didn't wait, he couldn't wait. His hips jerked back and plunged again, and again, and again. His mouth was on her breasts, biting, suckling, tasting the salt of her struggle and the sweet of her skin. Her scent filled his head, youthful and. Thrust, thrust, thrust until they cum and get replaced with another. Jane kept her sanity by concentration on her task, the muscles in her arms burned, and the rope felt like it was cutting her up, but she continued to strain against the rope in short bursts. She was starting to make some progress, the rope had slightly loosened. It wasn’t near enough to set her hands free, but it gave her hope, and she continued on, despite the pain and exhaustion and the constant fucking.Hour after hour. So one night I ‘m in this neighborhoodbar in the centre of Amsterdam when a girl sat herself next to me. Long brown hair, black rimmed glasses. The girl nextdoor, but that special girl nextdoor.Miniskirt in Scottish design, a tiny top with ample breasts, nipples rimming the purple cotton. Said she was a Canadian tourist, would I like another beer. I have nothing against Canadian tourists and even less against another beer. So we are sitting in this corner really liking eachother, but as my hand.