How long had I been posed here, legs akimbo -- as if suddenly stopped in a running gait? Knees bent, yet not going anywhere; simply stunned and deliberately unable or wanting to move. Eyelids blocking out light as each cascading watermark traced over and through me. I was spent.

Earlier, the party of two had been celebrated in fine fashion and, being the princess dressed for the occasion, my glory had been exhibited. My host of exquisite manners hid his wickedness from our audiences well, while intruding and arousing my body in secret. By the time we had arrived at the apartment I was a voracious animal in need of feeding. The taunting of my clit under the dining table at the restaurant had merely been a deliberate, tortu...

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