“You recognise me, don’t you?” she
asked, knowing the answer. Sex The bearded one pointed the camera
at her, yet to utter a word, as the
other asked his questions, starting
with the mundane and everyday, but
quickly progressing to those of an
explicitly sexual nature. Her hand again reached between
them, this time squeezing inside his
waistband and coming into direct
contact with his rigid member; he
gasped into their kiss as her fingers
closed tightly around him. She watched in silent horror
as big, sausage-like fingers
approached her thigh; the
anticipation of their touch rendered
her immobile. Her hesitation
must have told him as much and he
spoke again without awaiting her
verbal response. Please.” At the
last word, she turned to look at him
face-on for the first time—he
appeared on the verge of tears,
desperate to help somehow but
obviously as clueless as Belle as to
how he could do so. His eyes locked on her
small breasts momentarily, his
mouth still searching for the rest of
the word he had yet to finish, before
his face flushed a deep scarlet and
he scurried off, lacking composure
for the first time since he entered
his haven. He seated her on a small
wooden chair and adjusted a nearby
lamp just so before crouching down
in front of her with a serious
expression on his face.
