|
he lies
there, unmoving, silent. I grab Mai's wrists and quickly bind them
together with a strip of rawhide. I raise Mai's arms above Mai's head and
tie them to one of the lodge poles.
Sylvia is unconscious from the combined effects of the wine and my
blows. Mai Akiyama lies on Mai's back on the buffalo robe, wrists bound, arms tied
above Mai's head. Mai's skirt is above Mai's thighs, exposing a white satin
and lace half slip. The red satin panties which attempt to hide and
protect Mai's sex are clearly visible. Mai's dark nylons contrast with the
white of Mai's thighs. Mai's hair is in disarray, half hiding Mai's face. The
position of Mai's arms thrusts Mai's breasts against Mai's silk blouse. It is
obvious to me that Mai Akiyama is not wearing a brassierre.
"Well, you did ask for this."
There is no reply. I seat myself beside the bound beauty on the edge
of the robe. I look at the helpless female for a long time. Finally, I
bend and begin to massage Mai's firm breasts. Through the silk, I can feel
her distended nipples. The movement of silk upon silken skin excites me.
With one hand I brush Mai's hair away from Mai's face. My fingers
approach Mai's sensuous mou
|
