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rains

four in the afternoon and the rain started again.

chains shine, a woman enters room and coming toward us. Proud of the marks of lashes on the skin turns around to see it to us.

Her hair is short and curly, reddish-yellow, closes his eyes and begins to breathe deeply, as if meditating. It is nervous. Michael, facing you, you understand that awaits. He looks calm. With so quiet. "Relax," reassures, His voice just comes penetrating each layer of skin. The woman gasps, "Mich ...."

Michael ignores her.

How ignores me, close around the neck by a black belt, a kind of dog collar that keeps me tied to a ring in the wall.

I do not say anything, but I can not stop watching this woman I do not know. It's really beautiful.

approaching, Michael makes sliding a hand along her thigh and there is no need for her to say something, you have already surrendered. "I am delighted that you are able to come Q: I missed you." He says and kisses her, sucking the mouth down to shake the hips. A soft kiss, then goes away. She, I notice, the posting and shivers in my heart at that moment, my will is unable to understand the reason that I submit to His voice.

"Lie down," he says, and there's nothing you can add. It is not an invitation.

Slowly the dark sky pronunciation. Droplets of moisture mist glass.

The influence of Michael expands from D. me and from me to you, as a desire not avoidable.

D. lies down and I, all the time, I feel in a maze with no exit.

She is lying. I'm hanging breasts, one on one side and a second, with some streak that inflated the nipples.

Michael leans over her and I understand, he likes it. D. is confused and nervous. He is beside her, sits and strokes her forehead. "What is it for you?" he says, His voice is like a promise made to another place. She understands, the expression is wary. The breath of breeze. Retained.

Michael seeks the breathlessly, "you want it?" He asks. He wants to hear it. Not that there is a need, she is there. And even if she wanted to be an irresistible impulse forced her to your obsession. "Yes," he says, is but a breath. D. is annihilated, the awe greenhouse hands, grasping the sheets and then give up, repeatedly, his knuckles are white.

D. He yields to the domain, if required, can not avoid it.

insists Rain, light, thin, sparse and dark fabric covers everything. With care. The sky is overcast now. Black

A small bag is opened. The usual, and leather straps. The same air of orderly always perfect, and I see them. Steel needles, a string.

When the only thing in addition to the absence of voices, the deep breaths and rain, it's Michael. His hand. Like a scalpel.

Prepares and sting, pinch, just above the breast. Penetrates. D. He opens her legs and caresses. Real Estate, D. is launched from it.

Now the road is different, muddy.

drenched as the eyes and loads of D. smiling, as my legs where the only wound that is there, lying deep.

The road is slippery, helpless, in the rain.

Michael does get your touch at a distance. I close my eyes and nod, the needle sinks, through the layer of my skin. D. is frightened and feeling of control that he has on her, she shuts up and joins me.

I feel your caress Smooth D., your hand back and repeats, again, the same act a bit 'further down or a little 'up, breasts, drawing on the nipple.

D. is naked, wet suit, too, at the mercy and too powerless to feel really frightened. But every moment when everything is quiet, I feel his anguish thrills me.

I feel the heat that spreads in the millimeter and the perception of her every movement, every kiss sharp pressure baffles me. Inspire.

D. breathe.

Deeply.

She is beautiful.

each eye is a launching him cry. The neck is the back and slide down, like a drop slowly twisting and stretching.

is dripping all around me: the room and D, me and every needle that penetrates the rain Buttera the window.

There are no orders, no requests, only silence that follows obedience. The response of the bodies who can not resist. His pleasure that goes up and my excitement left.

There is tension, D. quivers. Clenches his fists.

thunder.

The rain gets stronger, D. he complains. He misses. Hates it. Loves him. Then move on. It drags like rain, like the magnetic fingers. I feel the cold and D. bathroom and I feel up to show it.

D. pleads with her whole being, the danger and runs the blood god! how I love this man, I tell myself. I love his torment. His sweetness. The acts of terror can not do without.

So authoritative is her eyes, reflecting strength and kindness, reliability and determination. Your hand signs, the desire to land.

I like pain, the pain of others. D. The pain, like an animal paralyzed by surprise.

D., I am sure, is isolated from the world thinks. Creaking like a leaf on the road, just like a pine needle.

(Michael and D.)