There was a rush of pleasure, of contentment, of relaxation. “I want you to put on a show for us Sam. Indian sex “You’re probably desperate to come, aren’t you slut?”
Sam didn’t respond. All I could do was frantically beg Tracy to make her puppet stop. I haven’t quite decided which of you will take on which role yet.”
Tracy sounded so matter of fact. I didn’t want to hurt her, but I wanted her. I was helpless. I wished it was silent, but I kept up a running monologue. I’ll let you decide what the truth is. Tracy came back a few minutes later with a coil of rope, and a 6” dildo. She was fighting against the implications of the command. Her legs twitched and she groaned, but I don’t think she came. The ending to that was too tidy to allow a sequel.” Which was the Sam way of saying: ‘your theory is stupid.’
“Okay, if you’re so smart, what’s it gonna be?”
I’m an ass
