Doing as she was told, she reluctantly walked back in her room before Bill slammed the door behind her. Approaching her from behind, he untie...d the towel on her head and cast it aside in a crumpled heap. Carefully he wrapped his arms around her and unfastened the knotted cloth at her waist, letting it fall to her feet as he brought his hands to her supple breasts. As he groped them he played with her nipples, teasingly pinching and pulling them while he kissed the bronze skin at her. I also wonder how you never caused me to enjoy our sex as much as you claim others do. But I did see the results of what you did at the nunnery and that’s not to be scoffed at. And what does it mean that your penis is stiff all the time and you never seem to run out of that stuff squirting out of you?”She gave me one of her looks. “Look,” I pleaded. It’s different when you are just livestock and are forced to believe you are.” “As in that’s a lot of bull for you to manage?” she interjected with. Don't count the minutes. Forty-six of them. Forty-six times sixty. Two thousand seven hundred and .. fifty seconds now. Maybe a few less.If you start now, pull as hard as you can against the tape over your lips, maybe you can get the tape to come loose. Maybe you can get him to change his mind. Promise not to forget again.How long? It's been ten minutes. Hasn't it? Tick. Tick.Fucking pads over eyes. A tiny layer of gauze preventing you from seeing the clock.A whine escapes your lips and you try. It was that look. That man, damn him. She was on top…but HE was in control, all right. For some reason, she found herself willingly submit to him, and this was NOT her nature. But the way he simply took control, the way he paid attention to her, and that Damned little-boy evil-grin made HER submittance just seem natural, and the odd part? She was loving it. There was someone making a wailing noise, & then she realized it was her. She could feel her pussy gushing, it was like she was going over.