When I had come in and bolted the door Tina
and her companion were still in the library. They had heard the door close, and
came to me. I was still lost in my reflections when they came and looked at me
as if I were sick or injured. When they finally inquired, my reply was
accepted, but I don't think she believed me at the time. Neither did I.
We walked slowly back to the gallery where
Tina would submit herself to my bondage, as Flow (Flow is the name of the hag.)
secured her on the bed. Tina was watching me closely as my melancholy had not
yet retreated. I sat on the bed, then suddenly asked Flow if Tina had screamed
when we coupled.
Tina laughed with abandon as I finished and
asked me how I expected Flow to know the answer to that question, even if she
had been in the room with us? She was deaf, unable to hear any sound at all.
She was still laughing when Flow finished
with the ropes, and left us to our own devices. As she left, she indicated she
was going to bed for the night. I waved my accent, and she left.
"You little witch!" Were the only
words I said to the wench securely tied to the bed. I got up and walked to her
feet where I disrobed and let her watch me play with my cock until it was hard
and stiff. She was still smiling and giggling when I oiled my cock thoroughly
and approached her from the foot of the bed.
She grinned at me as I lifted her robe and
oiled her snatch with generous amounts of the lubricant. The whore was still
laughing as I released the cinch at her waist and flipped her robe full open to
expose her body to my view and access.
As I lowered myself to her and guided my cock
into her tight little cunt she was still laughing.
I expended myself in Tina quickly, and
collapsed on her exhaustion. The last thing I recall was the gentle rocking of
her body as I drifted down, way, way down .. .. the . blackness , Oblivion.
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