“Good girls don’t like doing it. Blowjob sex Do you want to see that?” He looked at her craftily, and she suddenly didn’t trust him. “No, please stop this!” she moaned through the gag in her mouth, but it came out muffled and almost unintelligible. “What’s down there?” she asked, warily. “I don’t want my first time to be while I’m chained to a cross; please. “You’re not really you; you’re a computer program written with Patricia Darnell’s DNA. You can never be free of this place. “Are we done?” she asked. Somehow, just the very fact of him seeing her in such light made her worth less to herself, and she felt a little panging burn of shame deep in her guts. “I feel like I’ve been kidnapped, you know.
