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moaned and tried to pull my hands free to
hug him. He wasn't just lying there, either; after the first few
minutes, his hands and mouth were as busy as mine. Eventually,
he gently laid me on my back, unlocked my legs, and brought us to
a peak.
We lay like that for a while before I stirred. "These handcuffs
are rather uncomfortable to lie on, you know; could you possibly
chain me in a different position?"
Instantly, he jumped up and rolled me over. But rather than
unlock me right away, he got out a few cable ties, and used them
to bind my hands. Only when they were secure did he unlock the
handcuffs. I groaned. Arms aren't that much better when you're
laying on your back. And I expected to be laying on my back a
lot that weekend; he seemed to have one thing in mind. In that I
was both right and wrong -- he varied positions a lot, but about
only time my hands weren't bound behind me was when he tied me
under that stupid car. And his body still didn't feel like
Roger's.
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