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He had put his hand on her chin so softly that it suddenly felt like a whole other person. And then he had KISSED her?! She had just frozen, not moving, not knowing what to do. But as he pulled back she felt a series of butterflies in her tummy. They were challenged by the butterflies wearing swords and armor, trying to tell her that this guy had blackmailed her and raped her, but as she thought about the way he had put her lips on his, she couldn’t help but feel those fighting butterflies fall over dead and be replaced by pink butterflies. Then he felt his hands behind her head loosening the ball gag, then her hands, and as she suddenly slumped to the floor, her body not strong enough to muslim hold itself, he caught her and picked her up. He made it seems easy. She wasn’t heavy, she indian knew that, but he picked her up in his arms with an ease that made her feel safe. He lay her on a cold, hard surface with edges, she guessed the bathtub, but she couldn’t see yet. “Lift your ass a bit,” he said, and his voice startled her, because it was now soft and caring, not hard like the Master that had talked to her before. As she lifted her bottom from the cold surface he carefully slipped the buttplug slowly out of her, only making her wince a little as the biggest part of it passed her opening. Then she felt his hands remove the belt that held the vibrator, and seconds later she felt the vibrator slip out of her and some of her own juices drip on her leg. She’d been that wet then. When he’d finished all that, she felt his hands behind her head, and a second later she could see again. She knew her eyes were wet with tears, but she still managed to look up at desi him with a questioning look, as if to say: “Why are you doing this?” He looked at her with a confused face, then quickly pulled his eyes from her and turned the tap, filling the tub with delicious, soothing hot water. He let it fill the tub and as the hot water touched her beaten, red skin, she moaned, partly in pain from the sting, and partly in relief from the warm feeling that spread through her, replacing the panicked, pained state she had been in. She felt his hands run over her, and slowly, he massaged her muscles. First her shoulders, then her back, moving slowly down, but spending more time on the area that had been stretched from being tied up. His hands also roamed on her bottom, the skin still red, but the combination of his surprisingly soft hands and the hot water soon made her forget about the throbbing feeling she had felt. Too soon she heard the water drain from the tub and was asked to stand, in a slightly commanding tone, but not a commanding tone that warranted a threat if it wasn’t follow to point. He patted her down with some towels, then took her hand had led her into the bed. “You can sleep her if you want, or just rest if you can’t sleep,” he said, then tucked the blanket over her naked body and turned to leave, but as he reached the door he stopped. “I’m sorry I had to do that. I might amateur have gone, eh, gone too far…” There was a pause, then “I’m sorry,” and he hurried out of the room. He thought he’d gone too far? I thought he didn’t care… But he does. What is going on? He seemed really guilty. Maybe he cares after all. I didn’t think this was going to end this way. I expected to hate him for doing all that to me, but now… She had passed out within a minute of him leaving the room. He heard some faint noises of a shower, but it all seemed far away and she was exhausted. When she woke again, she was confused as to where she was. Her body told her she was in a comfortable, soft bed, but last she could remember she was being blackmailed, and for a second a momentary panic took over. Then she remembered what had happened last night, no, earlier today. She felt her body ache, but the rest had helped a lot. Then she looked over to the nightstand to see what the time was and saw that someone, he, had left a paki tray of some fruit, some cookies and a glass of water. There was a note that read: “I had to go out for a while. Turning muslim his attention to Sam, who still sat motionless next to the slumbering woman, James prepared for round two. I don’t detect any anger or bitterness in her voice. His final comment was accompanied by a long look up and down Julie's body before looking desi down and staring at his own crotch. “Good girl.” Incredible!" "A load of shit? I amateur wiggled my rump at him. I want you to know that, dont think bad of your mother cause she is the most amazing person you know. The boy was about to cum. This continued, Dominion skull-fucking and blowing his indian load again and again, only for her to puke it up. Then Miranda came in one weekday that she was normally off paki and asked to have a private meeting with him. Magic or not she actually had sex with her stepbrother.