I couldn’t help but bite my lip in anticipation, thoughts ploughing through my mind at the actions about to be committed. My legs started to get wea...er and my breath picked up. It wasn’t until I felt cold hands on my face that I realised he stood in front of me, smile on thinner lips. Soft greetings exchanged and softer kisses. My whole being turned into a furnace against the stark cold as his hands roamed down my face and neck the kiss becoming more and more intense as the minutes passed; full. It seems word travels, house to house anyways. But again although I had no idea where this line of questions were taking us I answered each question straight forward. It was after about twenty minutes of such and the tool to be barrowed long forgotten when they looked at each other and nodded. From there she asked if I’d be willing to aid them in the bedroom. They offered that they were not prudes and enjoy regular sex even trying anal once but it hurt too much. I laughed and said thank god for. Done, he sagged forward and rested his head on Anne’s right shoulder, his right hand on her sticky left breast. His breathing was heavy and short and Anne wrapped her arms around his muscular back in a grateful embrace. They lay in silence, thinking all manner of thoughts, their bodies recovering, until Darren squinted a look at the bedside clock and said, “I must go. I have another order for room service in half an hour.” “Mmm,” said Anne, smiling. “I know, it’s a hard life, isn’t it?” . Jake picked the syringe off of the night stand and before he administered it he checked Rays restraints. They were intact. Jake got the stun gun out of his backpack just in case he needed it and insert the needle deep into Rays arm. The narcan worked almost immediately and suddenly Ray was fully awake and aware of everything that was going on. Jake explained to him that he was going to remove his gag and if he tried any funny stuff he would find himself either unconscious or dead in seconds. Do.
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