Each table had a number of well-dressed people at it – all ages, really. He patted his chest, thighs and, arms in puzzlement, and then looked up at me, as he sat up. XXX He couldn’t see what I could, but would be able to feel the heat. Read 18633 times |
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Please login or register to rate this story Despite, or perhaps because of, my terminal predicament, that thought was a real thrill. My wrists were released from my ankles, and my legs were lifted over Luke’s. “Don’t fucking stop”, he yelled, as he continued hammering against the solid metal. Then I felt a prick on my rear upper thigh, an injection, and I felt myself




















