Monthly Archives: March 2018

He felt her press something firmly into his open palm, while his arm still hung limply at his side. It was a small plastic condom secured neatly in a protective case. Suddenly his binders slipped from his other hand, scattering … Continue reading →

“I would know.” He responded quickly, and moved to prevent her once more. Within seconds of removing her hands from his clothing the door suddenly swung open, admitting a gale of giggling girls into the already cramped and cluttered storage … Continue reading →