She remembered someone coming up behind her and grabbing her, putting a cloth over her nose and mouth. d**gged??? But why? She looked at the large bed...in the room. She looked at the massage table in the corner. The colors of the room were beautiful – red – lush and ripe. Veils – soft and strong – hung in various colors all around the room. The basement of the court house had always made her feel uneasy. It was huge with many rooms. That was when she noticed a door. Rising she walked to it and. "Do you get bored being in here all night?" "Yes. But no one else will do it" She paused for a moment then said "I like to read stories, it passes the time" "What kind of stories do you like? "I like the old stories from my country, they're exciting" "Fantasy stories of handsome princes and romantic encounters, that sort of thing?" I replied She laughed nervously and turned back to the items on the shelf , as she bent forward to reach items at the back, her loose cotton trousers momentarily. It’s tight, but I keep going. On the verge of orgasm, I force a tiny finger into my sphincter, just one knuckle deep.And that’s it, I'm over the edge. My legs give out, I drop down to my knees, both hands still penetrating both my holes, piss still raining down, spattering onto my head and neck as I crumple down and begin shaking. I let out a high pitched moan of ecstasy, letting my voice make whatever it wants to. This is probably Ella’s first ever orgasm. I can feel how foreign it is to her.. Again she drove me to the edge and again she held me there and then pulled me back. She was smiling and so was I. ‘Getting your own back, eh?’ ‘What’s sauce for the goose …’ ‘Your sauce is all over this gander.’ ‘This goose wants your sauce too, in a while that is.’ She did this again and again, until I hardly knew what planet I was on. Once more she brought me to the edge, but this time, just when I expected her to almost stop, she kept going, driving me agonisingly slowly past the point of.