It is not a comfortable thing to do. And as I do I feel you get hard beneath me. You lift me like I weigh nothing. You slip your dick head between my ...pussy lips; I'm wet from saying all this nasty stuff and from my fear of you. Something I've learned since the day I was abducted and brought here, secretly, fear turns me on, and that shames me. Shame also turns me on. You start just lifting my body up and down on you. God you are so fucking strong. If I hesitate in my long descriptions, you. He showed me the fantastic renaissance ballroom, and he explained how the restaurant and entertainment was franchised out. As I coo'ed at architecture, he asked if I'd like to see the state room suite. Maybe I said yes too rapidly!As we came out of the lift on the top floor, Michael opened the door to the luxurious suite. We entered and he closed and locked the door. "don't be embarrassed about the stockings" he said, "I think people should be able to wear what they like". My heart was. Keme kept the blanket around his shoulders till he had a tree between himself and the moth and then finally freed his wings. He had had them a full year and was more than happy to get a chance to use them for a real adventure. His father’s, and his father’s father’s wings, had only lasted three years, Keme didn’t expect his to last longer. Submitted to literotica.com by the author. In the hopes of becoming a courier, at least for one year, Keme had trained hard. He was sure he could keep up. We’d fought with real bad guys who wanted to kill us and we’d made it through. We shared an experience that only soldiers have, and there was real love between us, a comradeship that is totally unique to combat. The only thing was that we we’re the normal combat team, we were man and woman, and we had just come through a traumatic experience together. So when we arrived back I told Billy that I was going to hit the showers and then get some chow, he told me that he’d do.