However, it seems like a good place to disappear, and when we step out of the train station, I look to Zane and take his hand. “Nichole, I’m sorry I even got you in this mess.” I shake my head. “It’s Willow now, isn’t it?” &nbs...
I lost track of how many times I came and I am actually terrified of touching my clit every again when he removes the attachments. He unties me and I pull out the thing in my ass. It is the handle of one of my wooden kitchen spoons. I guess I won’t use that one again. I take a fast shower, since ...