Pulling me onto the couch in my dressing room. Indian sex video Quite rhythmically he kept on dropping and drizzling more and more on the rag in my face. Taking the chocolates home didn’t mean I would actually eat them, would it? ‘Ssshh,’ He said. You want to be my limp puppet don’t you?’
His voice sounded from far away, his voice sounded surreal, my ears were ringing and I guess I must have passed out at that point, because when I woke up I was tied down, I didn’t even know how he did it, my hands were tied above my head, the rope cutting and chafing into my skin. ‘I wasn’t aware there was any meet and greet today.’ I said. He wasn’t wearing his suit anymore. Why wouldn’t you scream?’ He asked teasingly. I wiped the sparkles of my eyelids. ‘I guess that means you like this don’t you? ‘Do you like that.’ He whispered. There must be something like chloroform on the rag, just like they used in soap operas and movies. ‘Hi there my sleepy fairy.’ He’d written. I leaned into those feelings, too drowsily sedated to realize that I should fight it. ‘Good girl.’ There was a moment of silence, a moment of peace and tranquility in which nothing happened, it was as if time stood still, as if
