Telepathically she releases a run-on of her inner thoughts: I love your cock---I only want you to fuck me---you're all mine---it felt sooooooo fucking... good---I want you to own me. There were only three words she desperately wanted to say, but the fear of rejection held the words at bay. She wanted to say 'I love you', so I voiced her one better. "I'm in love with you." Her mortal heart stopped as her immortal life began. _ I felt it before I fully knew what it meant: my heart stopped beating. I. . comfortable.Grace dragged me through a dozens of smaller rooms. Some were themed and some empty. We passed from a deserted room decorated like a Maxfield Parrish painting into a shower room where two soaked, naked men hung chained to a wall. A woman in red and black latex sprayed them with a hose. There was a room with a white cage in the middle where a woman sat on a stool masturebating. Dozens of TVs hung from the cage showing the same woman from every angle. Ten or fifteen people stood. She lay there, blinking as if blinded by sudden sunlight, dazzled by the intense coloration of his eyes, now only inches away from her. He pulled her in for a quick kiss and before she knew it, she felt herself being dragged upwards by her hair.Now, she was face to face with his throbbing manhood, the intricate details of it that so plainly marked it as familiar as hers, all too clear. Still shaking, her fumbling hands found his cock, running her fingers up and down his shaft, as her mouth. Her first lap dance and she wants to make it the best ever. Being the gentleman that he is, Professor Terrell keeps his hands to his sides and lets her fluid motions flow over him. Her wet pussy glides around his lap until he finally signals her to stop and stand. Leading her to the table, he instructs her to bend over it. Taking some rope from the counter, he proceeds to tie her hands to the table legs across the tabletop. He then ties each ankle to the other two legs leaving her bent over the.