Pushing a chair under the door knob so we will be alone, I then walk up to your sleeping body. Watching the rising and falling of your breasts, keeping in perfect rythem with the pulsating beat of my manhood against my jeans. Slowly I reach down placing my hand on your breast, ready to force myself on you if you should react. Nothing, so for a minute my finger moves around until it finds a nipple, hiding under the fabric. A slight stir from you. Taking out the rope, two loops already tied, I place one of your hands into the loop and give it a gentle pull. You start to stir. I quickly flip you over and grabbing your other hand I force it into the small of your back and the waiting rope. Awake now but not totally, I roll you back onto your back and jam a old dirty sock into your mouth then taking a piece of duct tape I secure it.
Now you are mine.
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