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Her thoughts fluttered away as her eyes closed and her mindrelaxed. Sleep was so good after a stressful day at work. She wished that she could’ve seen Jesse, but he went in for his graveyard shift before she got home from her regular one. He’d be here in the morning when she woke up and it would be all right. A lot had changed in the last few months with the relationship between Jesse and herself but none of the things she had always pictured had actually happened. Because of that she could deal with the changes. And also because of the amazing orgasms she was receiving; that alone would probably make her deal with the changes if their relationship wasn’t going so well! She kind of wanted to play now, since Jesse wasn’t home and it would be a nice way to relax. She could just use one of the toys Jesse had bought for her… She knew that she wasn’t supposed to play without him knowing really, but he was at work! She couldn’t bother him with something like this… Could she? She sat up and reached for her phone, contemplating sending him a text or not… What he didn’t know wouldn’t kill him, but on the other hand, she WANTED him to know that she was having fun. She thought up s racy text (this wasn’t her strong suit) saying “Master, I want you but you aren’t here. Can I play by myself?” She pressed SEND and within a minute he had replied. “Only if you take pics and send them to me while I’m here Sierra.” PICTURES?! How could he ask such a thing? She had never let him take ANY almanbahis pictures of them doing anything, despite the fact that he wanted them. He managed to snap a picture of her once in a bikini, and she had practically yelled at him until he had punished her for it. Now she just made sure he never had the phone handy when she was half naked. “I just can’t Jesse. You know that!” His reply almost made her groan out loud with despair. “Then no playing. That’s final.” What he didn’t know wouldn’t hurt him. That was her decision. She got up and rummaged around in one of Jesse’s drawers with the toys and found her favorite. A butterfly vibrator with the insert. The first one he had ever used on her. She turned it on low and teased till she got wet, just the way Jesse did it. Then moved on. She played and moved the toy around, letting it hit her G-Spot and make her moan. Half way through she began to get frustrated. It didn’t take this long when Jesse did it. She played and played until she finally orgasmed. She was so relaxed she almost fell asleep with the toy still in her. She knew she couldn’t upset Jesse though, so she got up, slowly and put the toy away. Crawling back into bed, she drifted away immediately. She was in a car now. Tied up, gagged and blindfolded but she could hear the engine and the sounds of cars speeding by the opposite way. What was going on?! She tried to move her legs a part, and couldn’t. she tried to sit up, but would just fall back down. The ropes almanbahis yeni giriş were making her wet. Soaking wet. Suddenly a hand was on her breast, squeezing and playing and then two more were on her – one on her stomach and the other on her pussy. She was naked and being touched by people. All she had time to think about was the fact that her pussy exploded with fire. Sensitive and soaked. She couldn’t even stop the moans escaping her. She couldn’t stop her body from grinding her pussy into one of those hands. Two fingers slid into her and she gasped into the ballgag. Arching and writhing, she tried desperately to make the fingers hit the right spot that would drive her over the edge. Just when she was reaching climax then left her. She relaxed, confused and upset only to be surprised when the two fingers entered her again. The fingers did the same thing over and over, bringing her to the beginning of climax, then halting it in its place. Every time though, it took a shorter amount of time to get to the same ending. By the time the car stopped she was exhausted and shaking. The car doors opened, cold air being let in. her nipples hardened in the cold air and goose bumps rose across her skin. Someone grabbed her ankles and dragged her across the cars seat. she was hauled over a huge, strong and broad shoulder and carried a short distance into some sort of building that echoed. A warehouse maybe? A metal door slammed shut a while after she was inside. She almanbahis giriş could smell a damp air around her and she was still rather cold. Her pussy was still wet, and her legs were too. She heard more than a few footsteps as the figure carrying her winding through what she guessed was hallways. Suddenly everyone stopped and she was set on a squeaky bed. She was pushed down to her stomach and the hands begin to untie her. Her blindfold was removed but not her gag as she was lifted once again. Finally she saw those who had her. Three men. One impossibly large in build and the other two shorter but still noticeably muscular. A small amount of fear struck her for the first time that evening as she began to cover herself. They were just staring at her. Masks on their faces and long sleeved tight shirts. One had the eyes of ice, just like Jesse. Possessive and demanding without words. If Jesse were here she would be punished for covering up. At the thought her hands immediately moved away from her breasts and to her sides, not covering anything. The icy eyes lit up with approval. A split second later the icy eyed man had her hair in his hand and he was pulling her towards the opposite wall, where she now saw a pillar, rope, and candles. They gave this little room she was in a sexual but dark glow as she was placed against the wooden pillar. The large man grabbed her by the throat, holding her against the pillar firmly. She noticed that the place they were was not a warehouse, but a dungeon like cellar. It even had a gated door. Fear struck through Sierra again as her hands went impulsively to the large man’s wrist. Her hands were grabbed by the other two smaller men as soon as they met with the wrist.
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