At Her Mercy
Esme submits to forced orgasms at the hands of an older woman.
I fought against the restraints, but the cuffs circling my wrists and ankles held me firm. Strands of my auburn hair clung to my face, which was damp with sweat. "Please, Jane, just give me a minute!" I begged. I lay spread-eagled on Jane's bed while she knelt between my legs. When our eyes met, I marveled at the change in her. Outside this room, the forty-two-year-old woman was soft-spoken and gentle, her smile warm. I d...