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People sometimes react to life-threatening situations by identifying with their captors. History gives us many examples. Studies of how prisoners felt about their guards in World War II concentration camps show that many prisoners tried to emulate their captors—because they admired them. The prisoners admired the guards’ strength; but mostly they admired their position of power—life and death power.
There is a very fine line between love and hate. Sometimes we hurt the one we love the most. Sometimes we cross the line, not knowing why—only knowing that there is a terrible fascination in it.
STEPMOTHER IN BONDAGE—places Jennifer Walker, a young stepmother, in a totally unfamiliar milieu.
Jennifer Walker slipped her left hand over the bulge of cock in her husband’s crotch, outlining the slightly curved angle of his prick with her fingertips.
“Better watch that,” Andy said, “or we won’t make it home. I’ll pull over and fuck you right in the truck.”
“Oh, I’d like that,” Jennifer said, scooting a little closer to him. She squeezed his cock again and felt it throb, sending a tingling sensation up her arm. “Mmmmmm, or I could snack on your cock.”
“Go ahead,” Andy said, feeling his prick and balls burn. “But suck my cock nice and slow. I don’t want to run into a fucking tree.”
Jennifer leaned over Andy’s crotch and unzipped his jeans. Immediately, his thick pulsating slab of prick flopped out. She grasped his massive prick and gently pulled the loose foreskin over his swollen prick-head. A tiny, clear drop of pre-cum oozed from his small cum-hole.
Fictional reading for entertainment purposes only.