It troubled my mind as I went through everything that had happened these past few days. Was it normal? The way my body craved their touch despite the pain, and the promise of more?
Before I left the day before, Fred mentioned the toys once more, but Blue refused like always. I could tell it was only a matter of time until Blue gave in. And should that happen, where would that leave me? Moaning as I asked for more? Crying out in agony and hoping they don't f**k me to death?
My arse and p***y ached like no man's business. I had to take some painkillers to relieve it. Yet, I was certain I would run to them should I get a call. This isn't f*****g normal! Nothing about men who had spent all their lives in a mansion was healthy. How did they survive this long? And their wealth?
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