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James left Amy alone, leaving her to eat her food in peace. When he got up stairs the first thing he did was go to the computer to download the songs and charge the ipod back up. Today he had things to do. Taking a shower, James got dressed again and left the house to go to work. He had gotten a job as a mechanic with a friend of his, he was confident nobody would release Amy and could once more earn some money even though he did not need to make a living thanks to illicit under the table dealings that he had going on. The extra money would offset the cost of keeping Amy. It is surprising how expensive it is to keep someone enslaved underground.

His day passed by quickly, when he returned home, James went back to his normal routine, feeding Demon, drinking a beer and getting himself dinner. Mashed potato, steak and corn on the cob. Making a second plate up, he left it in the microwave whilst he had his own dinner first. James intended to feed Amy again, she had dropped some weight since he had taken her, he needed to keep her at least a healthy weight, especially given that it was going to get colder and she was naked.
 
Seeing as Amy had lost all track of time, not knowing if it was day or night she had been spending more and more time sleeping.. even when she would try to stay away the boredom kept creeping up on her and she found herself having a harder and harder time keeping her eyes open. Funny how in just a little more then a week Amy went from a vibrant 16 year old to a skinny waif of a thing.. her hair had lost most of it's shine from not washing or brushing.. it seemed to be constantly in knots that hung down in her face. Her creamy rosy complexion had turned pale and ashen. Her eyes where puffy and where starting to have circles under them even though she was probably spending a good 16 hours or better a day sleeping out of sheer boredom.

Every few hours she would get up and walk around the basement .. she would try to do at least 20 times around each time just to keep her muscles from growing stiff. Once in a while she would exercise, but at the rate she was losing weight she was afraid to push it to much. As much as she hated and feared James she was actually looking forward to seeing him, at this point even the company of a bastard was better then staring at the four concrete walls.
 
James reheated the spare dinner and took the plate to the basement. Walking downstairs, James opened the door and let himself in before closing it up again. He had brought a plate, but it was just so he could drop the contents into the bowl. Walking over towards her bowl, James crouched down over the bowl and tipped the plate of mashed potato, corn cob and steak into the empty bowl. Pulling out the ipod from his pocket, he held it out to Amy without saying a word.

He knew that he was her only means of communication, he knew she was going to sooner or later grow fond of him and seek more time with him. Looking towards her, finally he spoke to her. "How are you feeling?" asking about her well being. He cared about her to a point, he needed her to survive. The first week had been about breaking her down and rebuilding her. He had done alot already even if she was still resistant and defiant. It was the subtle changes that mattered. He was a bastard and wanted the world from Amy, but he was also looking at shaping her into something he could care about. He was going to offer her conversation if she wanted it, perhaps even offer her some more choices to make. Who knows. This time he had not just simply barged in and mounted her.
 
When James come in Amy was laying on the bed, sitting up she pulled her legs up and wrapped her arms around her knees as she watched him.. Of course she was scared of him, She was terrified, in the back of her mind she thought he was going to kill her at any time. And now that he had finally raped her, what was to make him want to keep her?

She watched him dump the food into the dog bowl.. her mouth was watering but still she didn't make a move, as he reached into his pocket and pulled out the ipod. Her eyes where still locked on him as she leaned forward almost as if in slow motion, half expecting it to be a trick and have him grab her as she reached out. She didn't just reach out and snatch it from his hands, but instead when he didn't grab her she hesitated a moment before she actually picked it up. " Thank you," she said softly as she lowered her eyes down at the ipod that was now in her hands.

When he asked her how she was feeling she just nodded her head slowly, " I'm ok, sore.. and my stomach hurt most of the night. I feel real tired all the time all I do is sleep all the time ." she told him.
 
James looked to Amy as she took the ipod and thanked him before she opened herself up and spoke to him about how she was feeling. Looking over to the wall where she had scratched out a few lines. "How long do you think you have been down here?" wondering whether she could tell or if she had no idea. "Things will change soon. You just need to do what I say and maybe I will see about fixing your problems." pausing, James looked over towards her bucket. He would probably need to empty that soon too. "Tell me what you want changed down here and maybe I will see about making some of that happen. You will be here permanently so you should have some say in what happens."

He did not need to beat her or threaten her, he had stamped himself on Amy with that rape. She was his, and if he had said that she was to live there then it was going to happen. He was being nice to her because it would bring the Stockholm Syndrome to full bloom, draw her closer to him and perhaps turn that hate into love. A twisted love. "You will be sore for a while, you are quite banged up." pointing down to her wrists. They were completely blackened from the bruising he had inflicted earlier in the day.
 
"I.. I think about 8 to 10 days" she said as she realized James had seen the marks on the wall, half expecting him to blow up at her in rage.

She felt something flutter in her stomach when he said permanently.. what tiny bit of hope seeming to be washed away. She kept her eyes lowered towards the floor when she spoke, "I .. I need a hair brush and a toothbrush.." she needed so many things, she needed out. . "and, and maybe some books, and if it's not to much trouble a tv. and a bathroom.. with a shower.." and then she looked up at him, " please Master."

When he pointed down at her wrists she looked down and started rubbing them gingerly, nodding her head. "yeah and there not the only bruises you left on me." she said as she looked at the little bruises all over her breasts from his fingers when he had been squeezing her breasts.

and then she looked up at him and asked him " are they looking for me?" she knew James would know she was talking about her parents. Even in her situation she was worried about them.
 
James smiled as she was quiet accurate with the time. He could not let her know the length of time that had passed, not yet. "If that is how long you think you've been here." being coy about it, giving her no answer she could safely use. "That is quite a lot you ask for, and how will you compensate me for all of that. You are looking at hmmm..." calculating the costs in his head to a round figure. "just under ten thousand dollars and that is mostly for the toilet, shower and sink. Not even including the bill each quarter for the water you use."

Moving closer to Amy as she pointed out that the wrists were not all she bruised. "I know, I am keenly aware of what I did to you, just as you are now keenly aware of it and constantly reminded of it." reaching out, just flicked her breast with a finger to make his point without inflicting any real damage other than reminding her of what was already in pain.

Tilting his head to the side as she asked about them. Her parents. "Oh yes, they are looking for you, I saw them on TV. The police think you are going to be found as a corpse in the woods. They are not even close to finding you. Your parents well lets just say that you are in better shape than they are." patting her inner thigh as he spoke to her. "Nobody will find you, you are so far removed from their scope of the search that the only way it could come around to bite me in the ass is if the FBI get involved and there is no evidence or pattern for the FBI to take any interest in it."
 
Amy just shrugged when James didn't tell her how long she had really been down in this basement, a week, two weeks it really didn't matter, it was to long, is all she really knew.
She let out a little laugh when James told her there would be some compensation of course there was .. there always was with James .. he never did anything out of the goodness of his heart.. she wasn't even sure if he had a heart at this point. "compensation?" she said, " I would think that seeing as we both know what you want with me, it would be to your benefit and to your liking if I looked good for you. and not smelling like some old dead cow.. of course unless you like the smell of dead cows... and i'm sure that while your wrapping your hands in my hair you would rather it been soft and silky instead of old dry straw, and need I go on about my breath, and with out a toothbrush my teeth would rot and start to fall out ... I'm sure that in a year I will look real pretty to you... and last if I don't have at least something to keep my mind busy I assure you that I will go quite mad if I haven't already." When she finished speaking she even laughed as if making the point about her going mad. She finally finished with, " and we both know you will take what ever you want so don't say it's for compensation because even with out those things you will still do what you want." Just like that time in the bathroom.. she knew what she was saying.

When he reached out and flicked her nipple it stung like hell but she didn't even flinch as she just sat there watching his finger flick back and forth over her tender and bruised nipples, her nipples growing hard. Then she looked up at him " My parents, how did they look?"
 
James grinned to Amy and come up with a suggestion that she probably would not have expected. "How about I show you?" he had a copy of the show recorded, he could easily show her but at the moment the only way that could work is if she were upstairs in his lounge room. "Eat your dinner, and enjoy it. Then when you are done I can take you upstairs, no blindfold this time. We will watch it together. Needless to say, you won't scream, yell or make any noise or try to escape."

He had plans, he could sit her down on his lap as he showed her the footage, it lasted long enough that he could easily have his way with her and still have it continuing. He was not too worried, ever since he had stuffed his cock inside her pussy she had been a different person, far more docile and willing. He could take the risk and see just how willing she was. If it was all a lie, she would take this as her best chance to escape. If not he could proceed with the plan and speed things up perhaps. Things had only just begun. Amy was going to find that this was just the warm up and her life was never going to be like it was before she met him.
 
For a moment she was stunned. " See my parents? You have them recorded? Yes, Yes I'll be good, I wont try to run." she told him still in disbelief, she was going to see the video of her parents.

Amy had nearly forgotten about the food in the excitement.. seeing as James again didn't give her any utensils again she had to use her fingers using the steak to scoop up the potatoes.. When she had finished she pushed the dog bowl away and looked up at James, " Can we go now? can I see the video?"
 
James watched Amy as she quickly scarfed down her dinner all because of the excitement of seeing her parents on a video. When she finished and was ready he nodded to her, waiting for her to stand so that he could advance on her position and press her against the wall gently, pinning her to the wall as he lowered his lips down to kiss hers. Stealing the kiss, his face lingered close to Amy's, whispering into her ear. "Do exactly as I tell you when you are upstairs, this is a privilege you have not fully earned." Stepping away from her, James turned towards the door of the basement and reached out for the key.

Opening the door up, James stepped beyond the threshold, if Amy wanted to come with him she had best make haste, the door was set to lock as soon as it closed. He purposely hide the keypad from view so that Amy would not be able to determine the password. Opening the second door up, this time he held it open for Amy. It was around 5 in the afternoon, a weekend. James waited for Amy to step on out, escape was not likely and even if she tried, it was bound to fail, he was confident of that. "To your left." informing her which way to go.
 
Her heart was racing, could he feel her heart pounding as he pressed his body against the wall while he kissed her? It was beating so hard how could he not. She didn't struggle or try to resist the kiss, it was almost like she was frozen, she could scarcely breath when he leaned in and whispered into her ear. She nodded, " I understand."

Fallowing him quickly out of the basement and up the stairs she hesitated only a moment at the top of the stairs waiting for James's instructions. She didn't want to mess this up.. she was so excited about seeing her parents and yet scared at the same time as to how they would look. You know when your trapped for so long alone in one room your mind tends to have crazy thoughts, sometimes she wondered if her parents even cared, of course that was a silly thought but when your alone and the only thing you can do is think sometimes your mind turns dark as if it too was working against you to brake you down.

She turned to the left and walked into the modest living room.
 
James followed Amy into the lounge room, pointing to the couch in front of the television as if he needed to explain to her where the best place to sit was. Taking the remotes from the drawer under the TV, James walked back towards the couch and sat down beside where he instructed Amy to sit. Turning the TV on, he pressed a few buttons to bring up the menu of the recorded shows, selecting the show with her parents featured on it, pressing play.

As he figured Amy would be too distracted with watching the TV program, James slowly and subtly removed his belt and unzipped his pants. sliding them down his thighs. He had Amy in a nice position, she could not afford to even deny him right now, she was getting something special that she had not properly earned yet. If he asked her if she was his dirty slut, her answer would have to be yes. If he wanted her to ride his cock, and he most definitely did, she was going to have to do it. The alternative was probably far worse than what he could think up to make her suffer obediently. Well almost. He could have always suggested she suck or fuck his dog. That would be quite tormenting willing or not.

The TV program was just as James recorded it. Several families appealing to national tv for help. Her parents had a larger feature than the others as theirs was the newest.
 
Amy walked over and sat down on the couch watching as James turned the program on... the tv lit up and the program started. The first thing she saw was a huge picture of her, the picture was this years High school picture that was taking just a month before she was taken. She didn't even look the the same girl anymore. And then there was another picture of her and her friends at one of the high school football games.

by the time her parents came on she already had tears in her eyes.. she hadn't even noticed James had taken off his pants.. to tell you the truth he could have been standing naked blowing an elephant and as long as it wasn't in front of the tv she probably wouldn't have even noticed.

It wasn't until the show broke for a commercial before she looked over and saw him sitting naked on the couch, but you couldn't say she wasn't expecting it.
 
James waited until she had noticed him to make his move. His erection all ready to tear her up, patting his lap as he looked to her "Sit on my lap and ride it whilst you look at Mommy and Daddy." He could easily have dragged her across onto his lap if he wanted to, but he was going to make use of her obedience for the moment, use her promise of being utterly obedient to make her do things for him. Sure, it would mean he did not have to rough her up but since he knew she was a pain slut, he could work that in there anyway even if she was doing everything he asked of her and more.

"Now we can watch this together and you can sate your slutty little desires by having a cock inside you." smiling towards her as he spoke "Because you are a horny slut, aren't you." James was going to have fun with this. He had her promise him to do as he said, perhaps Amy should not have accepted his offer so easily.
 
She looked at James like he had two heads.. he had just brutally raped the poor girl less then 24 hrs ago .. more then likely only about 16 hrs ago... she was still sore her pussy ripped and ravaged and now he expected her to sit on top of it. He really was a sadistic bastard. She had known James would want to do something for bringing her upstairs to see the video but she really didn't expect even him to want to fuck her so soon. Guess she underestimated just how cruel he could be.

She shook her head.. but still at the same time moving over towards James. "I'm not a slut, and I don't want your cock inside me." she stated simply but she was still complying.. she knew it was useless to try to fight him cause he only showed her time and time again that he would do what ever he wanted. So she did move over to him and straddle his lap and slowly lowered herself down.. but instead of sliding his cock into her sore pussy she slid it between her soft thighs.
 
James laughed and paused the program as she said she was no slut. "You are, and you best get used to it. I own you. Now apologize to your Master." With one hand, James wrapped an arm around her stomach, the other held control of the remote that had her program on pause. Until Amy apologized the program would stay paused. The second after she did however it would resume playing. Rocking Amy back and forth on his lap, his cock pressing against her pussy lips, forcing her to feel his cock with her tender and abused lips. Reaching up with the hand that held onto her stomach, James reached up to take her breast in his hand, caressing the bruises gently to see just how tender they were, he was sure that her nipples were quite sore so barely even touched them, merely brushing his fingertip over them to offer the smallest sensation he could give her.

Watching the program as it continued. "You know, that they are going to give up, they are going to forget about you, your friends will hardly even remember your name in two years time. You will be a forgotten memory to them. By that time you will be my slut and you will be begging for me to do this to you." Smiling as he leaned against her back and whispered into her ear "And when that happens, you will be calling yourself far more degrading names than just my slut." brushing his hand over her breast before he reached for her nipple, this time squeezing it softly between his thumb and forefinger, rolling the two about as he applied pressure. "Now then, tell me that you love me, slut."
 
"oouufff" she whimpered as James forced her body back and forth, as her tender and bruised pussy lips where forced to rub against Jame's stiffening cock. She was making soft whimpering noises as he started feeling up her breasts.. his fingers lingering softly around the tiny bruises that covered them. As his fingers brushed her nipples even the lightest touch against the sensitive tips of her nipples was sending waves of heat through her body. She nodded, "yes .. i'mm .. sorry." she stuttered. She hated James, but at that moment she probably hated herself even more as she could feel herself growing wet as his cock slide across her tender pussy.. for some reason the more it hurt the wetter she seemed to become.. she lowered her voice to almost a whisper, " I'm sorry Master."

"No stop that! You know there not going to forget about me so stop saying that." she snapped back at him.. this time bringing her hands down hard to her side slapping at Jame's bare thighs with a hard slap of her hands. "aaahhhh fuckkk!" she hissed when he grabbed and squeezed her bruised nipples.. she leaned back against his chest.. closing her eyes for a brief moment as a wave went through her body.. her juices where starting to coat James cock. Then she softly said, "Yes I love you, you bastard."
Which for some unknown reason was true, she was falling in love with him, and he was a evil bastard.
 
James smiled as he watched her reactions despite her being mostly facing away from him for much of the time. He could see her body twitch and writhe at his touch, feel the moistness of her cunt against him, hear her squeaks and moans. "Of course they will. Each of your so called cheer leading friends on this program are sluts, you can tell that each of them likes to put out. Except this one." pausing the program as it came to one of the girls. "This one probably won't forget you, but that is because you aren't a friend to her. She wanted to be your girlfriend for real. A Dyke." Continuing the show as he kept abusing her nipples and rubbing his cock against her pussy, purposely trying to rub against her clitoris as well as trying to part her lips and make her nice and moist, ready for a fucking.

"Your parents will stop caring, that is if they want to survive. They will either stop believing you will return or simply back you up along with your stuff and throw you in a box along with all the unused rubbish in the attic and garage. You can tell that your brother is in the shits with them even though he is not shown and is rarely mentioned. They blame him for your disappearance. You can tell these things because it is the little things that are not said that tell the tale to the trained eye. Others won't notice because they did not know your life, they learned it through the program. We know the truth.

Reaching down Amy's stomach, James smacked her pussy with his open hand, slapping her firmly but without any real power. "You should forget about them. You are not suited for their world any more. You are getting off on being abused, aren't you. You love the pain that I bring you." Leaning in to Amy, James bit Amy's neck to offer her another sensation of pain, it was a much rougher hickie style bite, not the type that would break flesh or make her bleed. "Your options are simple. Admit I am right by reaching down and putting my cock in your pussy, or deny your reality and I shall show you that through abuse alone that you are a filthy bitch that enjoys abuse.

Smirking as he leaned back "You might love me, but do you know how I feel about you?" He wanted her to question his feelings, she had forever assumed he was a heartless pig, was he, or did he love her back in a twisted manner much as she truly did love him. No matter the outcome, Amy was either going to be riding his cock as her parents begged for her to home home, or she was going to be in quite a bit of agony. Either way, he had the emotional agony already set in motion
 
She sobbed as he said those things to her, shaking her head, "No its not true," then lowering her voice almost to a whisper, " They wont forget about me." she said as her lips trembled.
She hadn't even realized that she had leaned back against him when he slapped her pussy. It was almost as if it where a natural reaction. She hadn't said anything when he had told her she enjoyed the pain and abuse, She didn't have to, nor did she try to hide it from herself as she let out a loud moan when he roughly went after her neck.. she felt her juices flowing between her legs..

She couldn't bring herself to reach down and put his cock in her pussy. She didn't want his cock in her pussy, or did she. but she didn't want to be abused either... or maybe she did, she was so confused, she no longer knew what she wanted. It seemed each time that James would abuse her something would happen to her.. some dark part of her would actually enjoy it and want more. But that was so wrong, how could her body actually enjoy it when James would hurt her. Maybe James was right, maybe she was a pain slut. No that couldn't be. Could it?

"No, No! you hate me! I know you hate me! If you didn't hate me why would you hurt me like this?" she was crying. She had to hate her, because right now she hated herself. And if he didn't hate her why was he doing these things to her? Why wouldn't he just let her go?
 
James smirked as she reacted to his touch. "They will." he whispered back into her ear just as softly as she had uttered hers comment. Reaching down, James lifted Amy up on his lap a little with one hand on her waist, the other reached down to his cock, handling it so that he could push it backwards and down a little so that he could push the tip inside of her soaking wet pussy. She had not done that for him, she had wanted it but had been too uncertain. Lowering Amy back down onto his cock, this time, letting her slide down onto him rather than just bumping and grinding against him. He knew that she was still sore from the previous time, that was why he could just enjoy bouncing her on his lap without needing to do anything at all, the bruising alone would do the work for him.

"I do not hate you, if I did, I would have used my fist to knock you out instead of resorting the method I had. I would not have fed you if I hated you. You are a burden to me because you need so much to stay alive, but I do not hate you, If I hated you, I would have gotten rid of you and the policemen would perhaps have found you when they went out looking for a body." Smiling as he bucked Amy on his lap. "I hurt you because your a slut that loves pain, you cannot deny it forever. You are a slut. Now say it with me." Grinning as he leaned in close to her and reached up to her nipples, flicking the sensitive nubs with his finger as hard as he could, sometimes missing and instead flicking her breast.

"I like you, you are attractive, and you just what I want in a girl. Stay that way, I would prefer not to stain my hands." James alluded to the murder of another girl which he had been a part of the act. He himself had not done the deed but it very easily could have been him that had done so. He was quite in control of his emotions most of the time, they did not rule him unlike many others. Remorse and Guilt were less influential on him and because of that he was not going to be torn up by the snuffing of another life. "Now you should enjoy this part, your parents are going to break down here as they talk about you and how wonderfully perfect you are. It is a pity they will never know how wonderfully slutty you are. They never saw it even though I could."
 
"ahh" she let out a little gasp as she felt his huge cock sliding into her wet cunt.. It was still raw and sore from him just raping her the day before.. The inside of her pussy was already tight but the swelling made it seem all the more tighter. Even though she had a good coating of her pussy juices she still cried out in pain as James entered her.

Each thrust of his hips made her bounce up and down on his cock with her tight abused pussy. "Stop , please stop your hurting me" she begged him as he continued to thrust his hips.. every time he would flick at her bruised nipples she would moan in pain at the same time her pussy would spasm and squeeze his cock tighter.. All the time James was taunting her with his words. She didn't know if she should be happy that he liked her .. or terrified.

Tears ran down her face as she watched her parents on the television.. but her crying was due to the face of what James was saying and doing to her.. as she was helpless to stop the torments.
 
James held onto Amy, having her ride atop of him, bouncing her up and down on his thick cock. Pressing his lips on her collar bone as he fucked her, he did not care what was going on outside, what the TV was showing. That was for Amy, he had watched it before and had found it amusing at best. "You are mine now, my little slut." Pressing his lips against her shoulder again as he spoke to her softly "Only my depraved little bitch would get so wet from my touch, and aren't you oh so wet."

Smiling as he let her moan and carry on for the moment, it was amusing and would help her realize what she wanted by raging through her emotions and coming to the epiphany that would lead her to being his little slut. "Am I really hurting you, if I was wouldn't you not enjoy it at all... Stop tightening that cunt of yours every time I give you a bit of pleasure and then I might believe that you do not enjoy this or want this." James tugged and tweaked her nipples some more.

Looking up to the TV as he got into a rhythm, catching up to where they were at on the program, he had a wickedly evil idea, kissing Amy's cheek, James whispered into her ear, "Wave and say hello to Mommy and Daddy." he knew he would not get much more than that out of her, he had wanted to force her to tell them what she was doing but that was just too much for her at the moment. When she could admit to being his little slut maybe then he could get her to do something like that. "Aren't you proud of your brother for making all this possible?" reminding her of the lie that he had concocted. There was no need to tell her the truth, in fact it was to his benefit to drive a wedge between her and yet one more of her family members.
 
Amy shook her head back and forth, biting her lips, willing herself not to moan. She could feel every inch of James cock inside of her battered and bruised pussy. "ooooOOOoooo Noo Its not true," she moaned.. her face flushed, sweat coming to her brow.

She was moaning, arching back against him as his hips bucked up against her thrusting his cock in deeper. She was moaning to the feel of his lips against her skin before she even registered is words. "No, No, stop" she moaned, but she couldn't stop herself,, her pussy continued to pulse around his thick cock .. her juices now dripping down it's shaft onto his balls.. the sound of naked skin slapping together as her ass bounced up and down as James forced her to ride his cock. "Owww fuckkk!Yes it hurrrtttttsss" she moaned as he squeezed and tugged on her nipples. "I cant stop tightening it.. It wont stop," she said, she was having a hard time catching her breath.

"Nooo, I hate you ,,, I hate you! leave my family out of this!" she was crying and moaning at the same time... She felt like she was losing her mind.. Part of her hated James and what he was doing, and hated herself for the way she was feeling. But still another part of her, a dark part seemed to be enjoying the way James was abusing her, The way he made her body react... she could feel the heat building inside her as her body was aching... She threw her had back "owww Nooooo stoppp!" she gasped as her pussy contracted tight around his cock again this time holding it so tight and not releasing it's grip.. her smooth pussy was grinding down against him as he was grinding up against her. "Ohh fuckkk!" she moaned as she looked down she could see James cock burying itself inside wet pussy.. she could see her juices dripping down making his cock and balls almost shine with her juices. "bastard" she moaned through trembling lips.
 
James grinned and bucked Amy on his lap, ignoring her verbal pleas, chuckling when she admitted that she could not stop herself from tightening up around his cock, an admittance that she was physically enjoying this even if in her mind she was split between whether she liked it or not. "Does it really hurt that much, or are you just crying out for me to stop because you don't want to find out that you really enjoy this." Caressing her breasts, James lowered one hand to tenderly stroking her stomach before lowering down to her pussy.

His fingers teasing around the few pubic hairs that had started to regrow, inching closer to her pussy. "You are enjoying this, your pussy is soaking wet, my balls are drenched with your juice and no doubt the couch is going to need to be cleaned up after wards." He continued to bounce Amy on his lap as he spoke to her, this position was less strenuous to him that the previous time, allowing him to talk normally without feeling like he was running at a gut busting pace.

James might not have been doing the bulk of the work this time, but that did not mean he was not fighting a losing battle, his balls slowly were filling up, expanding as Amy's incredibly tight pussy clenched hold of and milked his thick cock, the feeling of her vice grip pussy was delightful and because of it he was not likely to keep back his pleasure. Yes, soon James would have to cum, again he was without a condom, and Amy was not on any pill to prevent her from getting pregnant. His mind crossed to what he would say to her as he was getting closer to that orgasm, was he going to blow his load inside of her and see how she reacted or perhaps he could tempt her to jump off of him and suck him clean. Either way, Amy was going to have her lips wrapped around his cock after this. It would be fun for him no matter what method he chose.
 
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