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Who am I?Who is this, begging for such things?Who is this, all tied up and so willingly helpless for this man?
I like her.
She's bold and fearless—like I used to be.I feel the young, hungry, confident, fiercely sexual Morgan Wheeler rising from the depths of my being like a Kraken from the tales of old, and I welcome her.
"You want to come?"
"Yes!"
His tongue flits against my clit in a single swift circle, and I detonate.My feet pull inward toward my buttocks and I arch, writhing, heels pushing into the ground.I scream, writhing and bucking; the thing—a hockey stick, I think—keeps my legs spread apart no matter how hard I thrash against the bonds.
And that's when I discover that Noah has just begun.
