Being Worthy Part 1
The cold, hard floor upon which I was bound and gagged in a fetal position, felt most unyielding. The panty-gag was soaked from my saliva, and the dildo in my ass felt most uncomfortable. Time seemed endless since my captors left me here in this dank basement. How did I get in this position? It all started when I met this blonde, blue-eyed babe in a bar. Sitting next to each other on stools, the conversation began innocent enough. The usual pick-up lines were said: Do you come here often? Do...
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