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“
I
’
m
going
to
have
you
in
the
bathroom
,
Anastasia
.
”
Leaning
down
,
he
kisses
my
neck
.
I
move
my
head
to
one
side
to
give
him
easier
access
.
Hooking
his
thumbs
into
my
jeans
,
he
slowly
slides
them
down
my
legs
,
sinking
down
behind
me
as
he
pulls
them
and
my
panties
to
the
floor
.
“
Step
out
of
your
jeans
.
”
Grasping
the
edge
of
the
sink
,
I
do
just
that
.
I
am
now
naked
,
staring
at
myself
,
and
he
’
s
kneeling
behind
me
.
He
kisses
and
then
softly
bites
my
behind
,
making
me
gasp
.
He
stands
and
stares
at
me
once
more
in
the
mirror
.
I
try
hard
to
stay
still
,
ignoring
my
natural
inclination
to
cover
myself
.
He
splays
his
hand
across
my
belly
,
the
span
of
his
hand
almost
reaching
from
hip
to
hip
.
“
Look
at
you
.
You
are
so
beautiful
,
”
he
murmurs
.
“
See
how
you
feel
.
”
He
clasps
both
my
hands
in
his
,
his
palms
against
the
backs
of
my
hands
,
his
fingers
in
between
mine
so
that
my
fingers
are
splayed
.
He
places
my
hands
on
my
belly
.
“
Feel
how
soft
your
skin
is
.
”
His
voice
is
soft
and
low
.
He
moves
my
hands
in
a
slow
circle
,
then
upward
toward
my
breasts
.
“
Feel
how
full
your
breasts
are
.
”
He
holds
my
hands
so
that
they
cup
my
breasts
.
He
gently
strokes
my
nipples
with
his
thumbs
over
and
over
.
I
moan
between
parted
lips
and
arch
my
back
so
my
breasts
fill
my
palms
.
He
squeezes
my
nipples
between
our
thumbs
,
pulling
gently
so
that
they
elongate
further
.
I
watch
in
fascination
at
the
wanton
creature
writhing
in
front
of
me
.
Oh
,
this
feels
good
.
I
groan
and
close
my
eyes
,
no
longer
wanting
to
see
that
libidinous
woman
in
the
mirror
falling
apart
under
her
own
hands
…
his
hands
…
feeling
my
skin
as
he
would
,
experiencing
how
arousing
it
is
—
just
his
touch
and
his
calm
,
soft
commands
.
“
That
’
s
right
,
baby
,
”
he
murmurs
.
He
guides
my
hands
down
the
sides
of
my
body
,
past
my
waist
to
my
hips
,
and
across
to
my
pubic
hair
.
He
slides
his
leg
in
between
mine
,
pushing
my
feet
farther
apart
,
widening
my
stance
,
and
runs
my
hands
over
my
sex
,
one
hand
at
a
time
in
turn
,
setting
up
a
rhythm
.
It
is
so
erotic
.
Truly
I
am
a
marionette
and
he
is
the
master
puppeteer
.
“
Look
at
you
glow
,
Anastasia
,
”
he
whispers
as
he
trails
kisses
and
soft
bites
along
my
shoulder
.
I
groan
.
Suddenly
he
lets
go
.
“
Carry
on
,
”
he
orders
,
and
stands
back
watching
me
.
