Exhaled as a long quiet moan, the smooth cushion of heat in my hand; my fingers spilled her syrupy juices. A finger pressed inside, hot and flooded, ...my thumb chased her clit. Lost in a blissful expression and quiet whimpers, she pitched like a small boat on a swollen sea.Our mutual attention upon each other broke free like a runaway train. Reticence borne from nervousness crumbled under this barrage of pleasure. Her touch, descended my body too and eased over the curve of my erection. . And what he didn't have, he took. A week into her stay Lucian met her for dinner, and they talked. He was a very intelligent man. He had very beautiful works of art throughout the house. Then two weeks later, she was in the garden when she was grabbed from behind and blindfolded. Now she was here, his prisoner. His toy for him to play with. She cried harder. Her bottom felt like it was bruised and her wrists hurt. She just wanted out of here. She knew there was no way out. Escape would not be a. Using her master key, she opened the door onto a wild scene. Kim, the woman who had been the man who opened the door to her strange existence, was on the floor, sucking two cocks while taking a third from behind. The other one must be Bambi, she thought. She was sitting down on one cock while being plowed in the ass by another. None of the boys, for that's what they were, was over 21. College kids, most likely, from the university nearby.Emily's arrival was only noticed by one of the. He did the same with the two soldiers piled at the foot of his stairs after I searched their bodies. By the time we came back from the third trip to the river bank the girls were sitting at one of the tables, all four of them. Jean looked very pale but they were getting some liquor into her, and the blonde assured me she was going to be all right.Schmidt dragged the dead men from the upper floor down his steps, their heads bumping on each tread, and then pulled them to the river. One of them, a.