He needed more alcohol in his blood so now would be a good time to make an appearance. Of course, if they started fucking, he was grabbing a few bottl...es of Black Death and ditching back to his quarters. Boy was still sneaking into his rooms after he passed out inebriated at night. Lucien could smell his scent of wild flowers and oceans whenever he opened his eyes in the morning. Boy had made himself scarce since that morning when Lucien almost fucked him against the couch. Every time he. ”Oh god, get on with it, you bastard, fucking do me!He thrust, burying at least half of his cock-length inside her, letting her feel his substance as it opened her cunt wide. She yelled out in response to his massiveness inside her, yet was surprised—relieved? disappointed maybe?—that he had not plunged in further, not driven as far as he could go. Then he withdrew and began a slow piston in and out, probing deeper on each stroke, testing her wetness, her preparedness. She ached at having. I was becoming accustomed to the coupling of sexual pleasure with the inflicting of pain, even though it was not I who was doing the inflicting. It was exciting me more and more nevertheless. I remember thinking that one day not so very far away I would have to return to my former life as an accountant, going home every evening to a lonely apartment to eat a TV dinner in front of the tube. How would I manage to find and keep a girlfriend if secretly my earnest desire was to see her tied to a. Next morning, I woke up before her. My head was on her chest, embracingone massive breast. While she was completely nude, I was still in thatsexy maid's frock, my feet in heels and ankles wearing steel manacles.Never had I felt more helpless.Mistress Victoria stirred awake, probably disturbed by the clanging ofmy metal restraints. She looked at me and her expressions softened andshe smiled. That smile melted me. Did this gorgeous goddess have a heartafter all?"Hello pretty girl," she said in.