“If you recall, I suggested that you’d be offering more than fellatio, Sunny.”
“No,” I moan, my voice surprisingly pitiful.
“Oh yes.”
His hands grasp the buttock cords. I concentrate. The slightest increase in tension can bring a spasm. But with the many, many weeks I know I must remain perfectly still. Any attempt to resist will begin the agonizing cascade.
“Do not spill my wine, Sunny. Just lie and accept my offering. You have no choice, and deep down you know it will enhance that which you most desire... what you crave.”
My v****a is zippered and locked. Anal penetration! And Dr. Samuels is correct. Hanging naked, cleft spread wide open, well cleansed then lubricated, my rectum beckons. I cannot even clench my buttocks to resist. Such would begin the cascade... and ironically add t
