“Please...” I said.
Eleanor’s hands suddenly turned soft. They stroked my cheeks, my t**s, ran lightly over my n*****s.
“Please, I...”
“Yes, baby. Tell me.”
“Please, I want...to stay.”
A hand plunged between my legs. Before I knew it she had my c**t and a sudden, violent racking orgasm took me. My arms surrounded Eleanor in desperate bliss and I bawled like a baby. I never wanted to let go, not because of any deep feelings for Eleanor, but that I was afraid. Afraid that if I did, then all this would be taken away, that I would go back to a personal hell of a dull, dreary existence that I had created for myself. I couldn’t do that! No! Please, let me stay. I’ll be the best slave, just don’t send me back there. But then, my tears cried out, Eleanor extracted herself from my clinging arm
