I placed my hand on her shoulder, and she winced from my touch. She looked away and did not answer me. The idea that she believed I did not do anything to her while she was unconscious arouses me. “Did you touch me while I was out? “I’m gonna have to ask Lyana for the password.”
I opened the drawer again and took a vial of smelling salts from my drawer. “Only you can end this, Lyana.”
I moved behind her and placed my fingers on the front clasp of her bra, and unsnapped it. She looked down her body and her eyes widened in surprise and fear. “The password Lyana, now,” I repeated the question. I approached her again, and put my hand on her shoulder. Oh god. “stp plssss!” Lyana begged in a muffled voice. “Nnnnhhh” Lyana mumbled as she’s losing consciousness. She tried to stand up but noticed she couldn’t. I told you before. “Hey, hey, hey,” I gently tapped my hands on her cheeks. This is so hot.”
I spent half an hour just seated behind Lyana’s bound body, fondling her breasts and stroking her mound. “If I wanted to touch you and rape you I would have stripped you completely, ever thought of that?” I continued.
