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e Roger; the texture of
his facial skin felt wrong, to say nothing of his style of making
love. Finally, he rolled me up onto my knees, put a few pillows
under my stomach, and put my head down. I knew what was coming
next, of course, and moaned in anticipation. But he paused, just
holding me gently.
It took me a moment to figure out what was going on. My captor,
whoever it was, was waiting for my permission to proceed. I was
certain that if I told him to stop, and used the release word, he
would. But I didn't want to stop, not after a buildup like that.
I told him to please go ahead, and quickly! Instead, he did
something even more curious -- he let me down, got up from the
bed, and vanished. The light went on in the living room, and
music filled the house -- one of Roger's favorite pieces, on the
stereo. The lights went out, and whoever it was returned.
Again, he started licking and caressing me, while I writhed in my
chains. I wanted to hold him, I wanted to lic
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