And I’m so sorry you got dragged into this. “That’s… John approached Emily, holding the large plug, lubricating it generously. The sound of my name on his lips only spurred me on, driving me to ride him harder. “Absolutely,” John concurred, flashing me a smile that was more predatory than affectionate. I had to obey. I knew what I was implying was wrong. My family wasn’t destitute. Master closed the distance between them, his strong hands coming to rest on her trembling knees. Our synced sensations, the blend of pain and pleasure, were so intertwined it was hard to tell where one of us ended and the other began. “Just a bit more,” he urged. She’s my genie.”
He gestured towards me, his words hanging heavy in the air. The sensation of emptiness was stark, a void that was both physical and emotional. You can’t simply wish for a better world. Her parents, clearly disappointed and frustrated, left the apartment, leaving their daughter behind with us.
