Suddenly everything stops. Indian Sex “Very good.” The Voice says. Two hands slide up each of his arms and slowly push them up. A reward? He is left naked, cuffed on his stomach, his ass stinging and still wondering who The Voice is. It’s oil, he thinks, it smooth and silky. She, no someone, is sitting on his back, breathing commands into his ear…and he likes it. He can’t even think, the pressure then the relief as the next bead slides in is an indescribable feeling. “Tongue fuck me” she demands. The Voice comes from in front of him. She is panting faster and faster, rubbing harder and harder against his face. “These are anal beads. This is your reward.” She tells him. He waits, her legs are still thrown over his shoulders and he can smell her arousal…slowly he feels the bed move and lifts his head. A cool hand gently rubs a warm liquid across his stinging cheeks. The voice says “On your knees.”
He contemplates this…with his wrists cuffed he doesn’t think he can get up on his knees.
