“Mmm. Reaching around to fondle a breast he closed his eyes, drifting off to dream of new ways to mistreat his pretty little captive. She wrapped her freshly shaven legs around his thighs, anchoring them there to give her more leverage against the unyielding ropes, but to no avail. Try as she might, she was still his captive, still beneath him, and at the mercy of his perverted whim. His eyes never left hers, taking in her desperation and terror the way a composer drinks in the affections of a crowded concert hall. “Yep, I’d say you’ll take more convincing.” With that he stroked her nipples once more, then traced the edges of her well rounded breasts as though they were the most delicate of works of art. “So young, so pretty, so mine.” She arched her back in a vain effort to throw him off, her youthful legs squeezing his hips for all she was worth until once more her need for oxygen got the best of her. Now that’s how I like my girls, smooth and creamy and easy to spread, just like peanut butter.” Grasping
