Oops, I hit the
zipper. Indian porn SMACK! Yes, I definitely think
I’ll keep you… for a while at least.”
I saw her body shaking and knew that I would have her
again and again. I had used Amber’s measurements to make sure
it would fit. It was metal pipes, shaped like a sawhorse but with a
table. I saw her shoulders straining and the metal
digging into her wrists. Then, I zippered it into place. The yardstick came back on her ass, this time
breaking into pieces. I
stripped her and redressed her in a leather corset and
zippered panties. It was a need that became an obsession. Her
backpack and keys I dropped on the floor of the van in
the back. Oops, again. SMACK! My hands were shaking inside the leather
gloves I wore. My other hand
held a rag soaked in chloroform over her mouth and nose. I reached into my bag and pulled out a clit vibrator. Crack
dealers littered the corners, but I knew no one would
bother us there. She’s gorgeous. My contraption was a work of art. Then, I zippered it into place. I needed to
fantasize it was her, to feel her under me, around me. I had put padding over all the edges to make it
comfy.
