I told her to relax again in a playful tone. He worked his face up to her ass and was admiring it. It looked like he was nose fucking her taking in he...r essence. Lean over he says, wanting to get her in a better position to remove her panties. Honey, what do you think? she asks very nervously with her voice cracking. Its fine I reply. I think this is where I went wrong. She wanted to be saved and I didnt. I even helped this old man by taking her hand and heading to a nearby couch. She didnt want. Oriana gave up her resistance as useless and urged him tocontinue, relaxing into the careful motions of his hands.“You can press harder, you know.”“Tough girl, eh?” he teased. “You’re amazingly tense. It might takemore pressure to get you comfortable and relaxed. Willing to put upwith a little pain for best results?”Oriana flushed a bit and muttered in reply, “Sure, try me.”Obligingly his hands increased their therapeutic pressure,. Kissing me while I dug my nails into his shoulders. He told me I was amazing, and so tight, and so sexy. He was amazing. I knew it, and he knew it. He took me out so many times. He would listen while I played my guitar, and was patient when I was still figuring out my new amp, and he indulged me when I wanted to go walking in the dead of night. We’d end up in fast food places at dawn, almost falling asleep at the table, and when we finally made it home, he’d tuck me in before he slipped in. The slave -- nameless since her arrival several weeks ago -- tried not to look at his face, but she was drawn irresistibly, her feeling of complete submission more and more complete every time she looked into those dead, black eyes. As much as she hated to admit it to herself, he was the reason she came here. Joe was cruel and Tiffany was inventive, but John was completely merciless. It was only John, she knew, who could give her what she really needed. She could see in his eyes that he knew it.