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Ass ReamingThere was nothing in it but some money, my keys and a couple pieces of identification. "How'd you get back to town?" Bruce asked, suddenly interested. "Oh," I said, trying to sound noncommittal. "I got a ride." "Is that all?" he asked. "What do you mean?" I said, pretending ignorance. "You know what I mean," he went on. "No, I don't," I responded. "Where's the bathroom?" Lana cut in. I was glad for the interruption. I turned and led the way for her, pulling the door shut after her and returning to the living room. As I walked past the couch, I heard the sharp whistle and felt the sharp double sting… the thongs! I spun on him, my eyes ablaze. "Cunt!" he spat at me before I could say a word, "Down on your knees and pay homage!" I was immobile. I was torn between two extremes. I wanted to tear into him; claw his eyes, cut his throat, anything to take out my vengeance. At the same time, though, I wanted to fall to my knees and please him. My eyes were drawn to his crotch. It was bulging and full. It was tauntingly coaxing. My knees folded. "That's it, you cunt," he sneered. "Get down and show me who's boss! Get down and worship the thing you love most in life… " I was on my knees, crawling toward him, hypnotized ...» |
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