Chapter 117

• I don't have time to sit back and relax my tired knees. He scoops me up over a shoulder and carries me to the bed. Molly is still out, so he shoves her up towards the headboard and over, placing me with my knees bent over the end of the bed, my ass nearly hanging off. I shiver, anticipating his tongue, but I feel something around my wrists. A necktie - I recognize it as one of the many Molly keeps for this oddly similar purpose- is wrapped around my wrists and tied to others that link it to the post of the bed. Another goes around my eyes, and I suddenly become fearful he's going to hurt me for seeing his face.
• The room is silent. My pussy pulsates, still wanting his wet, hot tong-
• "OH GOD!" I scream out as I feel him make contact. It's exactly as I envisioned, flat against my clit and gently rubbing back and forth, granting the sweet pleasure I've been craving.