He threads his fingers through mine and spreads my arms wide like a soaring bird. I can feel his manhood straining against his breeches upon my belly ...and I realize that he is truly not interested in a ransom. I shriek like a heathen, buck, turn, twist beneath him and try to reach for his flesh with my teeth. He chuckles at me, rides out the tempest, keeping just out of reach as I carry on. His heaviness encumbers my struggles, I am panting for breath and must take a rest. He moves his lips to. She stood at the top of the first flight of stairs, a forlorn, strangely ghost like figure in a blue hooded top, the hood pulled down to cast her face in shadow, black leggings and tatty gold sandals. Her toenails were covered in faded red nail polish. Her flat looked like it was actually lived in unlike other sex worker apartments that he’d visited that looked like anonymous hotel rooms. Curtains drawn, it was gloomy in the flat, the only light from a bedside lamp with a low watt bulb. It was. Now she was starting to worry. With no k**s around, he knew he could make her scream. That scared her because they had always been forced to remain silent due to k**s in the house. Then SMACK! She felt a paddle of some kind smack her ass. It stung like hell. She started to protest but he smacked again and reminded her to address him as "Sir". It hurt a little more than she expected but, kinda felt like she had no choice. She answered, :Yes Sir". The she feel a ice cold wash cloth dripping of. Letting my tongue flick out caressing her lips, I kissed her a little more firmly, our lips parting, our tongues touching, playing.Sucking her bottom lip into my mouth, gently biting it, kissing her deeply, passionately. I knew that I wasn't going to merely fuck this girl, not the first time, no, I was going to make love to this girl. I was going to show her what sex is supposed to be like, I wanted this girl to remember me and this first time fondly for the rest of her life. I pulled her into.