Sexy Bodyguard Jack
Tortured By Circumstances

"I love you" he said.

I was silent, only able to nod.

"Can I open your clothes?"

My ritslet is open, you bastard! Why do you want permission now? Basic sucks....

"Can, Rose?"

"Em, I can."

"Thank you, my dear wife. You are the best. I'm in love with you."

My heart screamed, though my mouth could not speak. Like a body that is unable to rebel, I just let my nightgown slip from my body, along with underwear that is not a single strand.

"The perfection I long for." That triumphant crisp smile re-expanded, and, now, I lay with James between my legs. My legs are bent, folded up. And that man, he buried his face in me.

Bemoan. Although the pleasure spread down there, which I can not afford to brush off, but in the heart still feels sore. So sore.

Imagine she's your lover, Rose. Imagine he's the man you love so much. Just enjoy. Enjoy every touch. Enjoy. close your eyes.

But it's actually very difficult. My mind is beating, there is war in my heart. Although James touched me as Bang Jack did, but the truth - because he was James, my heart could not accept it, though it was delicious, my heart could not absorb it. As his tongue went deeper, as tingling tickled, as foreign sensations spread, my heart kept trying hard to resist them. Especially when that expert finger slipped in, I hated myself, I hated being in this moment. I hate it because of my stupidity not taking that fucking sleeping pill. It was sleeping pills that saved me from this moment: a truly excruciating pleasure. In the true sense. Not figure.

"Rose, wake up."

What else is this? Although reluctant, I opened my eyes. James is standing up. He was looming high in front of me. Plain, with nothing. He is alive, standing, steadfast, and challenging.

"You know, right, what do you have to do?"

Shit...! I'm gonna bite you....

But I am really just a coward. The loser who walks*. How dare I bite him. There I can only make myself a submissive wife. I got up, I sat straight in front of him. I touched it, grasped it with my hand, and I gave it pleasure with my mouth.

"Actually I want to lay back, and you're on top. But I think standing would be more enjoyable. I've often enjoyed this moment by lying down, haven't I? As men do in general."

Whatdoes thatmean? Did he insinuate me and Bang Jack? Nnnnope. Not likely. There can't be a cctv in Bang Jack's room. James just wanted to investigate me. Surely it's. He was just trying to figure it out through my reaction. Relax, Rose. Calm. Just do your job.

I cleared my throat, then looked up, looking at the man towering above me. "My James, would you please shut up, please? I can't concentrate on two things at once. So... Can I do my job first? And.. later I will listen to you, whatever you want to discuss. This is different from chatting when we eat at the dinner table. You... understand my point, right? I'm sorry, and please don't take it personally. Would help?"

"of course. Of course I understand." He smiled and gently stroked the top of my head. "alright. I will fulfill your request. So, please, do your job... Dear."

I nodded, and I began the task again.

"But let me say one more thing."

The deg!

You always scared me. I stopped, let go and looked up. "What-what, My James?"

"Don't stop, keep doing your job, keep me inside you until I withdraw from you myself. Okay, Rose?"

I'm shaking. I want to refuse. But my mouth is still silenced.

"Don't let go of me until the last throb. Can you understand that, honey? Hmm?"

Are you punishing me, James?

"Understand, Honey?"

I'm nodding. Whatever. Let it go, Rose. Let it. Don't dispute.

But my heart hurts. Every desaha* that escaped the man's lips tormented my heart. Every delicious reaction hurt my heart. I hate.. so much.

But what I felt had no effect on James. He enjoys my touch. He mengeran*, he mengesa*, he was chirping indistinctly, and he. he held my head to stay in front of him, staying under his control. In fact, when he himself knew that he was going to reach his peak, he kept me there, with and in that position.

"Don't take it off," *rangnya, and his eyes closed.

And inevitably, he made me nauseous until I couldn't stand it and threw up right there. I hate to feel it to its last throb. I hate that he's spewing in my mouth. Meanwhile, the man, he just looked at me triumphantly.

"That's gonna keep you young, honey."

Goddamn bum! You're evil, James. You are so evil...! I hate you so much.