then back at the maid and growls about me not being ready yet. Anal sex I am glad that I am too scared to be wet. a sword, perhaps a dagger! It stings but your lips cover the cut and you lick the drop of blood. maybe some sort of dildo. It is opulent, yet elegant… gripping my arms tight… Suddenly, it vibrates and then stops and vibrates again. Lying down to sleep at night, I am reminded of the invite… When I finally wake up, my head still feels light, euphoric and I feel violated. The voice continues… What am I doing here? I am shaken from my reverie when you flog my breasts. just you and me. I was soft to the touch. And as the rolling stopped, a hush fell. but it’s never smooth and I didn’t have time to go to the salon for a Brazilian. What am I doing here? I suddenly feel a sharp pin prick between my breasts and I feel you close, I can smell your perfume and the cigarettes as your warm breath blows on my lips.
