Long way base

The unseasoned woman struggled in her capturer's vast blazon as he carried her along, letting off muffled asshole and screech which only grew more hysteric as she felt a needlelike snow to her head, inflicted by the wiry man walking beside them. She was hit repeatedly, but it wasn't until she felt a blade pressed against her throat that she was cowed into silence.

"You'll observe that oral fissure shut if you know what's good for you,"the stringy man whispered threateningly into her ear, with a mistrustful glance into the shadows around him. This was quite a find, one they didn't want to lose to any of the other scavengers that frequented this area. Though he saw nothing as he looked around, they were being watched.

Picking up their yard now that the miss had quieted, the men hurried on, continuing to cast furtive glance into the empty doorways and broken windows they passed. For all their strength they were both slight and gaunt, the muscular coat of arms of the one carrying the girl seemingly out of balance to his jutting costa and core out face. His shorter, wiry, companion was obviously stunted from want of food, and there was a barbarous glint in his sunken eyes. Both were wearing ragged clothes, caked in dirt, and their hair and beards resembled cruddy rat-tails, clumsily hacked off at the ends.

The woman, however, was obviously from a completely unlike world. In dividing line to her capturer, her dainty sort showed none of the evidence of malnutrition that theirs did : her limbs were gently rounded, her skeleton filled out with diffuse, yielding flesh. Her skin was diffuse and her nails unbroken, her un-calloused hands suggesting a life of leisure.

Her attire, an all in one flight suit, was neatly tailored and recently new, though now it was torn, the blood and oil that was smeared over it seemed at odds with her well cared for show. And another thing about her seemed out of piazza : she had a filthy rag tied around her head word, blinding her, and her hands were bound behind her with electrical cable system which bit cruelly into her flesh.

Finally the men reached the old crumbling building in which they slept. They did not stop at the threshold but carried on through the mansion until they reached an marooned back elbow room, where she was dropped unceremoniously into a corner. Struggling to sit up with her limb bound so uncomfortably, she did n't get wind the pocket-sized man walk towards her, she flinched away, startled, as he grabbed at her head to remove her blindfold. As her heart adjusted to the alight she was struck by the hopelessness of her situation : even the belittled man was larger than her, and both were far stronger. The room had only one door and one minuscule window close to the ceiling, both were closed and barred. She moaned in terror as she wondered what was going to pass off to her.

She shied away as he reached for her again, lifting her to her feet and hauling her roughly around to face the wall so that he could untie her wrists. His confederate merely watched from his position by the door, grinning evilly at her every sob and flinch. Though her wrists were unbind, she was accorded no more freedom, as her wrists were tightly grasped and her arms twisted painfully into the pocket-sized of her cover. In a craze of pain and little terror she kicked frantically behind her, but he simply sidestepped her flailing and brought his heel viciously down on the side of her ankle until she cried out in pain. He laughed and removed his fundament as her cries subsided into helpless, choking sobs and she went limp in his arms. Swiftly he turned her to face him, and, maintaining his one-handed handgrip on her carpus, brought his early arm up to apprehend her throat, stifling her cries.

"You should keep open your breath pretty, you gu'n'a need it,"he mocked as he manoeuvred her by the pharynx making her kneel before him."You see round here I'm Boss."-

He let go of her throat and carpus and she doubled over, gasping for breather. Without warning he reached down to backhand her across one of her high os zygomaticum eliciting a breathless yelp of hurting. He laughed again at her and gestured to his better half, who walked over to her, pulling her arms back behind her with a grip so blotto she bruised, twisting them until she had no choice but to scramble to her feet. The Boss closed in on her again and she felt her abdomen turn in disgust as he pressed his boldness against hers, inhaling her scent.

"Mmm, you smell nice."He murmured more to himself than her as he ducked his headway to roughly buss her cervix. His manus gripped her slender waist possessively, and as they started to roam downwards, she tried to lift a knee to catch him in the crotch, but her dire bid for exemption was thwarted as, sensing the movement, the man behind her twisted her weapon system more savagely behind her back making her screaming in pain. The boss heard her and she could experience him smile against her neck, exposing his yellowing dentition, which he pressed savagely into her neck, splitting open the knife wound which had just begun to fill up over. beading of blood welled up through the cut and pooled, trickling down her slender neck. Snakelike, he flicked out his spit, tasting just a drop of her hot, red, blood.

"Mmm, you taste Nice too,"he laughed and stepped back a lilliputian, then suddenly his hands reached up, lightning fast, and before she knew what was happening he had wrenched apart her ruined flight suit, exposing her bare breasts, flushed garden pink with terror, and the small white scanty covering the delicate patch of hair between her legs. He stood a present moment admiring what he saw, as she ineffectually tried to resign her subdivision, dire to cover her near-nudity.

She was crying now, from bother, panic, and humiliation. Though she wanted nix more than to hide herself, the excruciating pressure level being applied to her arms gave her no choice but to arch her back, causing her chest to stick out pertly in strawman of her. Even as they were grasped roughly, her arms were twisted harder still, so that, rather than flinching away from the unfamiliar hands on her breasts, she was forced to arc her back more and more, seeming to offer herself to the molestation. Chuckling slightly at this, the man cupped each of her knocker, then rubbed at her small blushful mamilla until they began to extend, her moans growing ever more desperate as she felt a lovingness begin to build in the pit of her belly in response to his manipulations.

Without warning he pinched the now-erect buds viciously, making her gasp, before just as suddenly returning to the maddeningly ticklish caresses that had produced such a response in her before. Behind her, her captor had apparently grown bored of his sport, and loosened his grip slightly, transferring both her slender wrist to one of his meaty deal, grasping a handful of her pilus with them, wrenching her head back and exposing her still-bleeding cervix. He pressed close to her, and with his other hand, he reached in front of her, rubbing at the mound concealed beneath her panties.

With the pain in her arms subsiding, she became increasingly aware of the sense experience their attentions were producing in her. The warmheartedness that had begun to progress at the chief'caress of her pap was threatening to spill over as the new sensations produced by the rough rubbing of her pitcher made her feel feverish and oddly breathless.

Though the smell coursing through her were increasingly enjoyable, and an infinite advance on the blinding hurting she had felt just here and now before, she was feeling even more mad. She wanted this to give up. Now. She hated the sensation she was feeling, hated near of all how much she was beginning to enjoy them in spite of herself. Hated the humiliating little jerks her pelvic girdle made whenever the man behind her reached too deeply into her genital organ, and the little volley of pleasure this elicited, so acute they were almost painful. Though inexperienced, she had heard the history, whispered narrative in the dark of teenage sleepovers after the light source went out, the hideous, savage, carnal things that 'urbs'would do to the innocent they caught. She knew what was coming, what they wanted to do to her, and she prayed for some miracle to write her.

Being a ruralist she had always been taught that the metropoles were violent and floor. She hadn't ever really had any curiosity about them ; it had always been sufficiency for her to know that they existed, though until this import, in her warmheartedness, she had n't really believed the affair she 'd been told. In her sheltered rural lifetime they had been no more real to her than the freak under the bed, nothing but stagnate childhood warnings of being sent to the urbs if she did n't act. Even now, this all had a touch of unreality about it, everything had changed so fast since the crash, it all seemed like a dream.

She was jerked harshly back to the portray as the honcho used the shaving of metallic element he had threatened her with earlier to cut down one of her white meat. The cut was reduce but deep, and bled profusely as he hungrily licked at it, his clapper rough against her smooth skin, slick with her own roue. The flock and taste of her blood seemed to sex him even more, and she trembled at the barbaric passion in his centre. He began lap hungrily at her nipple as blood oozed slowly over it, now and again nipping her tender flesh with his teeth, his hand still cupping her other breast, clutching it ever tighter in his abandon. He began to describe the leaf blade down her cushy belly, slipping it beneath her panties and blind terror rose in her again as she felt the leaf blade pressed into her almost secret place, its frigidity edge demanding entry. She shook with the effort of staying utterly still, paralysed by the vane that was beginning to work its way into her cunt.

Through her forgetful fearfulness, she felt the gaffer jerk slightly as he licked her engorged pap, and the knife slipped out of her panties as he went limp, falling away from her body, though he made no strait except for a wet clunk as he hit the trading floor. She opened her centre, which had been clenched tightly shut in her terror, and saw her miracle as he pulled a long tongue out of the boss'back.

The Samson also saw him at the same jiffy and snatched his hand away from the Edward Young adult female's panty as the chief slid to the floor. The young man that stood before them with the beat boss at his feet seemed an unlikely hoagy. He was skinny and dirty like the other too but vernal. He wore rubbish of clothing, a tattered tee shirt, and some filthy shorts that could once ingest been cut from a duo of denim.

He smiled at the bruiser who threw the woman at him and dived for the sliver of metallic element the knob had held. The Danton True Young grinder blocked the stumbling girl and threw her aside with one arm, his bare metrical unit coming up under the strapper chin as he snatched up the sliver of metal. The strapper's head snapped back and the untried champion pressed his advantage, slashing at the bull's eyes. The bruiser dodged and swung a leg round to catch the boy's legs ; the boy went down in a heap.

The bull lashed out with the shaving of metal adding a new split to the dingy tee shirt. The untried hero reacted like lightning, bringing his own leg up and over the bruisers arm, using the weight to roll himself over, under the bull arm so he couldn't bring the sliver of metal to bear. As he rolled over, the Lester Willis Young hero slashed the bull arm with the tongue and brought it round of golf into the humankind temple. He suffered a slash on his own arm for it as the bull tried to block but the knife bit deep and the bruiser crumpled in spasms, his body jerking and twitching as he died.

The Lester Willis Young man spun to face the girl as she tried to pull the tatters of her jump courtship around her. He smiled in a softer way than he had smiled at the bull and advanced on her with the knife still held in his hand. She tried to endorse away from him but found herself backed into a paries. He made a fleet snatch, which she tried to avoid, but he caught cargo deck of her jump causa and hauled her in like a lacy fauna.

Using the tongue he made short work of reducing the jumpsuit to frustrate. Leaving her with the foot art object as skid, he wound the sleep up into a spry bundle. Then he went over the men to see if they had anything useful. He hastily stashed everything together in one bundle for easy carriage and thrust it at the daughter before he began to ease the door open.

With the door give a footling way he poked his headspring out nervously and looked around in a western fence lizard glance. He grabbed her carpus, thrust the room access open and dragged her out, constantly pulling her faster as she flopped along in the flush of her jump suit of clothes. They were soon dashing from cover to cover working their way through the buildings. After they had made respective quick sprints across wide out-of-doors space, the girl tried to wrench her arm free people of the male child clutch but he didn't let go, he only gave her a stern look.

"Look I need to stop,"she huffed feeling vulnerable and embarrassed about her desolation."I can't run like you. You understand me ?"she complained.

He simply looked at her with bother and motioned her to be quiet but she had decided she had had enough and started complaining more until he put his hand over her mouth and silenced her. When she stopped trying to speak he took his hired hand away glowering at her. He took the knife from his backtalk and pressed it to his brim motioning her to be silent. After a pause to tolerate her to gather her breath, she assumed, he led her on again, finally dashing into a large kettle of fish in the ground, down into the night. She wondered where he was taking her and tried to advert back but his grip on her wrist was repetitive and he didn't present her a good deal choice about descending into the gloom.

When they were safely in the gloom the unseasoned man stopped and fumbled about without letting go of her carpus. A second later a light flared in the darkness and she recognised an old style atom torch lighting their way. The Young man held the tongue in his mouth as he swung the fatheaded grip of the molecule torch around flicking the beam of light from apparition to shadow before he stepped out again leading her onwards.

She was grateful that he no longer ran, though he kept her to a estimable walking pace as they descended gem steps further into the dark, which settled like a blanket around them, pierced only by the limelight of the torch. At the merchant ship of the footprint a wide surface area was hollowed out of the land. Some kind of stone made a political platform before the story dropped another few feet to another level where strange metal beam ran along a tunnel to either side.

The young man took her to the edge of the stone platform and nudged her to jump off down with him. She landed awkwardly, one of her ankle twisting painfully on a metallic element ray. He didn't permit her clock time to fuss over it, he again silenced her when she began to moan and led her swiftly along the beams until they reached an area where more than beams crossed the ones they were following.

She was lost, her sense of direction utterly confused by the darkness but somehow she felt that he knew where he was going. He never said a word but pulled or pushed her where he wanted her to go, occasionally shining the irradiation of the Verbascum thapsus on things he wanted her to mark as life-threatening. He suddenly turned off the torch and using some form of signified she didn't posses. He walked on easily while she stumbled along behind him in the shadow, now glad of his hold on her wrist.

They seemed to walk a long meter in the dark, though she knew it couldn't have been very long before they stopped. He let go of her mitt and she heard him moving about, the sound seeming to actuate away from her before it stopped altogether. For a retentive moment she held her breathing space thinking that her saviour had deserted her. She almost screamed when she felt a hand on her waist.

pushing her gently on and guiding her, another hand took the former side of meat of her waistline and she almost felt like she was floating as the hands guided her with gentle force per unit area. The men stopped her and gently turned her around before pushing her backwards and down. She sat suddenly in the cushy faintly rustling chair, her articulatio cubiti bumping what must have been an arm though as she felt around there didn't seem to be another, the chair just continued.

The hands left her and although she strained she couldn't hear any drive. She began to wonder why she had been brought here, but opted for silence remembering the harsh looks and silencing fingers she had been given before, when she had tried to speak. Sparks flew not far from her, making her jump before something caught fervour and a tent of soft firelight replaced the darkness.

"You can tattle now."The young valet de chambre vox was diffuse but abstruse, an easy part to mind to she thought.

"Who are you ?"she demanded first

"Adam"he replied with a smile at her question.

"Where are we ?"

"This is my place. I would like to know what you are doing around these parts though."

"I got lost and those two men found me."

"Got lost from ?"

"The other side of town."Adam laughed a suddenly bark of derisive laughter.

"hoot, that lie was Charles Frederick Worth saving you for, just for the laugh. You should con to lie better."

"I'm not lying."He chuckled a little as he began to list the matter that made it obvious to him that she was, her face falling a little more with each point he made.

"You are lying, first that material never came from any city I know of, second, you dress too well for any city person and tertiary you smell too skillful to be from the urban center. Want me to extend ?"

"No."She murmured, looking down at the floor, ashamed of herself for lying badly though she knew that she hadn't exactly had much practice at lying before.

"So let's try that again, with the truth this time."He asked gently, though still with an annoying hint of a smile in his voice.

She looked at him while the firelight flickered on his face, as he squatted next to the blast, and was pleased to see that he wasn't perturbation with her, merely disport. Her optic followed the flickering lightness as it danced around him and realised that her eyes kept drawing themselves to his crotch. She blushed prettily and tore her oculus away to look at the floor again.

"I'm from Aria 51."She looked up at his face again and saw he wasn't surprised, his eye held hers as her imaginativeness began to blear with tears at the thought of home.

"How do you think you're gon na get back there ? That's hell and gone from here."

"I know…"She sniffed and trailed off as she hid her cheek in her hands and began to cry quietly.

She nearly jumped out of the chair as she felt his arm go round her shoulders comfortingly. She hadn't heard him move but his arm supported her as she wept. She snuggled into him feeling strangely at home as she cried, though, she was also aware of the electricity his touch sent through her.

She could feel where his dirty tee shirt ended and his bare brown arm started as it curved around her bare berm. She could try the reassuring fixture beat of his sum as her head leaned against his chest she could also find out the air in his lungs as he breathed.

Slowly she stopped crying and her tears dried. She was prosperous in his arms so she didn't move. The warmth of his arm keeping the thrill away from her back as the fire kept it at bay from the front. She felt him softly rubbing his case against her soft tomentum and lightly kissing the top of her head. His fingerbreadth traced a small intricate pattern on her arm and she felt tingle run though her that had nothing to do with the temperature.

She moved her question half expecting him to unblock her but he didn't. He maintained his gentle hold of her as she put her head more on his articulatio humeri than his dresser. She put her arm around him without thinking and returned his hug. He rubbed his face on her flaccid tomentum until she was comfortable then he resumed his soft osculation, kissing her forehead delicately. She raised her font until her lip met his in her first base kiss.

The kiss astounded her, she knew that she had never felt anything like it, it melded with the electric of his touch and she felt salutary. Robert Adam broke the buss abruptly and stood up. Somehow she could tell that he was deliberately not looking at her.

"I can't look after you for very long, I'll assistance you get those bruises sorted then I'll assume you to mortal who can look after you better, she'll help you get along here if you'll work."

"Get along here ?"She asked, her mind still dizzy from his touch and the rapid succession of events.

"Yea, She'll give you work and serve you pay your way till you're set up here."

"But I don't want to stay here. I want to go home."

"And how do you think that you'll get home ? Huh ? ?"He wheeled on her and she could get a line an bound in his voice that she hadn't heard before"You won't finish five sec out there. You would need someone to involve you and no one will, you have aught to make it worth their while."

"I'll pay you when we get there, I'll make sure you get a reward."

"No, no princess, I'm not going to carry you all that way just on hope. This is the city ; nothing here is free. Your best alternative I can see is to detain in the urban center and take in your way. They won't want you back after you get there anyway, not after you have been here for a while."

"That's a lie."She shouted at him feeling the bite in his quiet words."My menage loves me, they will be glad to have me back."

"Really ?"His voice remained low and somehow she found it much more menacing than if he had shouted at her"How do you believe you will get there ? You have nothing to pay with, you don't even have the dress on your back to deal for a bite of food, you have nothing and are nil princess."

"You seemed so Nice. Why did you save me if you weren't going to help me ?"she wailed close to tears again

"I offered my help ; Mother Calophyllum longifolium will aid you more than I will."

She was about to abuse at him again when he held up a hand to silence her and she saw his script slide round his belt and slowly draw his knife. She took a breathing spell to oppugn him and he silenced her with a glare that she barely saw in the gloom. He moved silently and she saw him cast off a cover over the fire, which smothered and died leaving her in pitch fatal. Time stretched and she heard zilch except the drip mould of water somewhere and a faint, regular squeaker. She had no estimation what he had heard that worried him so much.

She stumbled across the room in the wickedness towards the squeak banging into the wall and working her way along it until she found the room access, with a hand on the wall she followed the burrow from the doorway as it wound round and suddenly she could see lights and get a line voices. A mitt slipped over her oral cavity and she felt the sharp-worded edge of a tongue at her throat.

"Bring them down on me and I'll putting to death you myself."Adam hissed almost silently in her ear.

She nodded silently and the knife left her throat, he pulled her to the reason making her as minuscule as possible to avoid detection. It took a farseeing time for the voices and the light to die. She didn't like the sound of the representative at all ; she knew that Adam was saving her yet again from something she didn't understand. He held her there for a foresightful time after the voices had stopped echoing back to them. He roughly led her back to the dark room without the aid of light or hint. In the room, he shoved her down into the chair while he lit the flak again.

Once the fire was alight and the way was warm again he paced the floor looking at her occasionally as though he were trying to settle what to do with her.

"What was all that about ?"She asked quietly, aware that he was unsettled

"Someone must have seen us come in here. They could easily deliver caught us both and killed us."

"Why would they kill us ?"

"Because you have something more valuable than my life."

"You said I have nothing though. I haven't got anything, look at me. Like you said, I don't even have any clothes."

"No, but you have one thing that is worth more than anything here. You have only that one thing to trade."

"I don't understand."

"What's not to understand ? Damn but you rural's are so thick…"he strode across the room as he spoke until he was standing over her."This."

He trailed the apartment of his knife across the cumulus between her ramification. It tickled and she instinctively wanted to come together her legs but knew the tongue was wickedly sharp.

"But you don't want it ?"She asked, hardly able to believe she could ask the doubt. He grinned.

"Too bloody correct I want it but not that very much, I can afford it when I want it."A quiet developed while the fire settled a short and she began to realise what he was saying.

"If I stayed here, could we be together ?"She asked slowly

"What do you think of together ? What for ?"He asked probing her thoughts to see if he understood her meaning correctly.

"You know, be together. expend sentence together, live together maybe even."

"Why would we do that ?"He asked raising one eyebrow at her.

"Because I love you."He raised an supercilium again and laughed deep in his throat.

"You think you do."He chuckled."What makes you think that I'm loveable ? To your polish I'm a filthy Urb !"

"You saved me, you're different from them."

"You've dropped a cog somewhere princess, I just have different mode of doing things."

She stood up and silenced him with a fainthearted kiss. He responded and held her, though he still had the tongue in his hand, and she could find the chill of the steel against her leg as his mitt rested on her hip.

Again he was the one to break the osculation, he turned away from her reluctantly and made his way to the former position of the room as he stashed his knife back in his whang. She wondered what she had done wrong but he quickly returned to her with a bottleful of liquid and a marked-up scrap of rag.

"Not too a good deal I can do for those cuts. They'll heal but its C. H. Best to make clean them anyway."He said as he began to push her gently back down onto the couch.

Upending the bottle onto the cloth he made a dampish pad with the liquidity, which he then used to start gently wiping her cuts and scrapes. The liquidness stung and bit like fire at the wounds as he cleaned them. She enjoyed feeling the soft rasp the material made on her tegument. As he wiped some of the cut the touch that she had when the other men had her began to return.

As he stroked the cloth over the cut on her breast, her nipple began to harden and stand up despite the sting of the medication he was using. He couldn't fail to notice what was happening to her though he tried to ignore it. She took his head in her hands and made him bet her in the eye.

"Would you take me home base if I gave you myself ?"She asked quietly. He almost wanted to believe that she didn't mean it, but he could learn the want in her voice.

"It's a hanker way."He replied, silently weighing things in his quick mind, not yet sure what would be more advantageous to him."You would own to do as I tell you."

"Anything, anytime."She almost whispered. She wanted to kiss him again but she wasn't sure how he would react.

"I don't even know your name though."He laughed slightly, playing for time as he tried to pick out a path.

"Anna."

"That's a nice name."His voice was a little husky as he absently rubbed one of her pap between his quarter round and finger. He realised he was already reaching a decisiveness that he would probably regret, but he had to make knit stitch to her the terms of the deal."You realise there will be no going back don't you ?"

"What do you imply ?"she demanded explosively."No going dwelling ?"She was surprised.

"No. Once we've agreed the business deal, you will belong to to me until I get you plate. You won't be capable to say no, or say something is awry, or anticipate off the pile or anything. If I want you, you take it. You do exactly what I tell you, when I tell you. sympathize ?"

She considered his parole for a moment before she nodded.

He carefully capped the bottle and put it under the boundary of the couch where it would be condom. He then gently spread her legs before him as he knelt in front of her. This gave him a perfect view of her panty, which he found highly erotic.

He had never really considered before just how erotic hiding something could be. All the cleaning woman he had known before hid little, or nothing, with clothes. He pulled her forward in the electric chair a bit so that she slouched, then he lowered his face into her crotch. He kissed the interior of her thighs with buss so soft and delicate she almost wondered if they were real.

She caught her breathing space in joy as he softly kissed what she had always been taught was her buck private part through her scanty. He kissed her softly at start, exploring her mound with his sass. He could smell the musty fragrance of her sex as he explored her and he knew that she was getting turned on. It was dissimilar from former char he had smelt ; she had a cleaner, fresher odour. Her scent invigorated him, driving him raging with lustfulness, but he still stayed at his own pace savouring this new scent.

He suddenly switched from kissing her to exploring with her with his tongue. He trailed the tip of his tongue up one lip and down the other, occasionally exploring the gap between them through her pantie, which were soon soaked with his spittle. He probed harder with his tongue, pushing the material of her panties between her lips and pulling it out again with his tooth. Her second joint instinctively closed on his head and the shuck on his cheeks prickled her ramification sharply in counterpoint to his soft clapper lapping at her panties.

He put his arms over her legs and held her buttocks as he continued to lap at her. The taste of her juices slowly filtering through the cloth between his natural language and the pickle he was enjoying. She surprised herself by suddenly bucking violently into his boldness, she began to apologise, but she felt him grinning between her legs and realised that he had expected it. He continued sucking her juice through her panties for a second before he straightened his back and kissed her lips.

He parted them with his knife allowing it accession to her backtalk so that she could taste herself on his lips. He kissed her long enough for her to begin to reply, his pelvis between her knees, his men still on her buttocks but supporting him.

As she responded to his buss, at first timidly but with growing self-assurance, her tongue twined round his and ventured into his mouth. He was pleased by how quickly she caught on to what she was supposed to do, but he knew he had a lot more to show her. He broke the kiss and sat beside her on the couch, letting her eddy to present him as he put his arm around her backbone and began to represent with the bound of her panties. He saw her eyes pause uncertainly on the bulge in his short pants and he smiled as he began to osculate her lips again. He gently placed her hired man over the bulge and softly guided her in stroking it through his shorts.

Anna was lost in a whirlwind of emotions and new star. She felt intoxicated by him and she had never realised that anyone could make her feel so good. The strange discernment he had on his back talk when he first rose to snog her rim washed away as she kissed him and she wondered what it had been. She knew that she would never calculate at men the same way again.

Part of her mind questioned why everyone wasn't taught these affair. The former part of her mind was appalled and wanted to heat up from the nightmare she had been taught this was. This unknown showed her things that her upbringing told her were haywire and dirty, leading to something that should only be done after marriage.

Her train of thought, which threatened to undo everything she had started, suddenly derailed as she felt Adams manus slide down the inside of her pantie and begin to gently rub her mound. She gave up all promise of thought as his intemperately grating finger's breadth slid over the midst, diffused hair's-breadth between her ramification, rubbing a slick down wetness around. At first she thought that the wetness must consume been where he had been licking her but she slowly realised that there was too much wetness for it to have been that and felt embarrassed at her consistency natural responses.

Adam slowly rubbed his fingers along her slit, revelling in her obvious innocence about what was happening. He slid one finger deeper into the folds of her twat and hooked it so that on his upstroke it bumped against her lilliputian nub that hid there. Anna stiffened as a new sensation guess through her. As his digit bumped the piddling heavy nub again she found she couldn't contain the moan that welled up in her and escaped her mouth.

She felt good and she loved the sensation of hug drug finger rubbing the hard trivial prominence. He continued to touch it only from time to prison term as he moved his script up and down her slit. He took his fourth dimension ; teasing her and drinking in her response as she discovered the new things he was showing her torso. As he brushed his finger on her button again she suddenly bucked a petty against his paw and he knew that she was in his power.

Robert Adam stopped what he was doing and got her to stick out up before him where he swiftly whipped her panties to her mortise joint revealing the blow of blonde hair he had been playing with. She felt the air hit her private place and she was all too cognisant of how wet she was down there as he began to explore deeper into her pee-hole with his fingerbreadth. He pushed one finger's breadth inside her and she could feel him wriggling it about before he inserted a irregular and began to slowly go them in and out.

He never pushed them in far, at the most only allowing an column inch or so inside her but often curling them slightly making her feel fuller as his fingers brushed the insides of her tunnel.

He patted the seat beside him and she sat down next to him with his finger still inside her, which felt pleasurable but strange. It was while she was sitting down that she realised she was naked but he still wore all his wearing apparel. She didn't really know what to do about it but she had a vague notion that she should do something so as she slouched adjacent to him she pulled the cover of his tee shirt up to his neck opening. Anna hadn't ever undressed anyone before and she felt awkward as she tried to take out the tee shirt over his head.

He took his cue from her, realising that she wanted to see as much of him as he could see of her. He removed his fingers from her catch and trailed them across her lips before he stood and with Sceloporus occidentalis motility undressed. He shed his tee shirt and with a prompt film undid his belt allowing his jeans to shake off to the storey. Anna saw her maiden ever stopcock as he stepped out of his blue jean. She was fascinated by the way it stood upright and bobbed slightly at her while he stood looking down at her for a moment.

He lifted her knee and twisted her rung on the blanket chairwoman until she was lounging along it, he let her neaten her legs and he climbed onto the chairperson beside her legs. He began to play with her, as she wondered what to do. He again had two digit inside her while he softly swirled his tongue around one of her mammilla. He moved up her cervix towards her ear, slowly stretching his consistence along hers, she felt his prick hot against her leg and she could finger the unworthy wetness of his pre-cum as it leaked from the tip.

She was kissing him deeply with one hand around his neck as he supported himself on one arm above her ; with his other hand he began to rub his tool against the back talk of her pussy. He repeatedly rubbed it over the protrusion that she now knew ram her looney. As he did this she would moan more and more as she tried to block off herself bucking underneath him. She trembled with the cause of keeping still so that he thought she knew how to respond to him and that she had felt affair like it before. She could feel a eruct growing in her and she had no idea what it was, she had no idea how to deal with it, just that it felt good.

The bubble centred itself in her belly and burst suddenly. She shouted out, all of her muscles tensing making her back arch, as the burp burst and she felt that she was wetting herself. She felt as though she were floating on a sea of felicity and lovemaking. It embarrassed her. She wet herself and because she couldn't full point, but Adam continued to rub the tip of his hammer against her as though nil had happened.

As the bubble subsided and she felt herself floating back down to reality she felt happy and loosen. She knew that she would do anything for him ; she knew that she loved him and that he had shown her something she didn't understand yet but was amazing. As he felt her relax under him he softly stopped rubbing his cock against her and press it into the soft inviting flock of her dripping pussy.

She felt him get in her, the walls of her kitty still trembling and pulsing. She felt herself traction him and suck on him hungrily. It was nada like having his finger in her, she felt fuller, stretched, and it just seemed to feel so big. She whimpered a little as he put on more air pressure and opened her further as he slid deeper into her flabby folds.

He stopped at a barrier inside her, amazed that it was there. She felt him pushing on something inside her and she couldn't appreciation back her torso from responding to him. She bucked violently and screamed in pain as his pecker ripped through the barrier and slid deep inside her. He lay on top of her for a present moment as she breathed heavily and began to cry, fearing that she had done something wrong. The hurting inside her wasn't really that bad but she felt full and awkward ; she thought that he wouldn't want to help her any more because she didn't know what she should do for him.

The pain subsided as he lay on her, she felt him buss her with more carnal passion and raw lust than he had before but she didn't understand why. She felt the ripple of his muscles as he propped himself up again and supported himself above her, his arms either side of her. Slowly he began to push himself foster inside her until she could feel his belly touching hers, their bone rubbing together near her pee-hole. When his cock was as far up as it would go, she could sense it pressing against something again, feeling as though it were right up inside her belly.

He began to displume out again ; almost all the way, the extend tip of his shaft dragging at her insides, brushing along them making her moan with joy, her pain forgotten. With a grunt he thrust up again, his dick shooting up to encounter against her cervix again before he slowly pulled away again. She could no longer keep quiet or still, she moaned, as he pulled away, and grunted as he slammed into her, her hips moved of their own accord to run across his every thrust. His pace began to discover a round and the metre he took to draw away from her gradually lessened as his knife thrust became quicker and smoother.

She could hardly catch her breath between each thrust ; it escaped her in little groan as he slammed into her. She felt light headed and tingled all over. She felt the babble construction within her again enceinte and harder than before. She stiffened and let out a prospicient groan of pleasure with the lowest of her hint as she felt the babble explode within her. She was more cognisant of the sensation as it exploded within her than she had been before.

She felt her inside chew and grip on ecstasy, milking his stopcock. She could experience every prominence and line on what was inside her, she could feel herself trying to pee but with him stuffed tight inside her she knew she couldn't, she felt him slam into her harder and harder picking up More amphetamine, as she felt dizzy.

Robert Adam screwed his face up attempting to fight the inevitable as he pounded into her. The rampart of her kitty-cat dragging at him and sucking his sprightliness violence from him testicle. He knew it wouldn't last long but he fought to razz his own intense feelings and give on to them. The force and speed of his poke made it impossible for him to support on and he shuddered as he slammed into her, the flaming in his balls exploded and he sent a sinewy spurt of hot cum deep into her.

Anna felt the spurts of hot something splashing inside her as hug drug jerkily thrust in and out of her a few last times. The sensation amazed her and she thought that she had gone to a new human race, a stead where all she was cognizant of was him above her and the impression he was giving her. He collapsed on top of her, drained of energy. All she could do was hug him close.

After what seemed like a prospicient fourth dimension she was aware that his cock was shrinking and it slipped out of her in a gush of pink, blood tinted, cum. Adam rolled to the face so that he was no longer on top of her and in the dim light she could see him smiling at her as he looked at her face.

"I do love you."She murmured to him

"You don't judgment paying your way then ?"He countered as he lazily trailed his fingers over one of her breasts.

"That was payment ?"She demanded surprised at him.

He grinned and nodded.

"Hell yes, I can pay anytime you want."She laughed and kissed him.

The two of them were drenched in sweat and cum as they lay and held each other, gently drifting into eternal rest each with their own thoughts as to what the journey may bestow .