<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: 150%; line-height: 116%;"><span style="color: #BF0000">Karra Lee Micheals</span></span></div><br/><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #BF0000">Captain Micheals</span></div><br/><br/><div style="text-align: center;"><a class="postlink" href="http://i1343.photobucket.com/albums/o793/Galvin_Fugazi/d8d8d07d-bef1-4b12-bb9c-4a8ccbe576b0_zps6c4f5818.jpg">[ img ]</a></div><br/><br/>Tania had given Karra an exhausted kiss, and Karra had returned it, equally exhausted.<span style="font-style: italic"><span style="color: #FFBF00"> "You could have made me no greater gift, folks. I love you, Karra. I really do. You are so wicked, so spoiled and it turns me really on. And I have to say I like it to be in control of you, my sexy little sextoy. I will make you feel like never before, I promise you that. You will become totally addicted to me...and to Tom. We will both make you want that it never stops. And it will not..."</span></span>Karra swallowed a lump at Tania's promises and words of love. She very much looked forward to it, and she was pretty sure she loved Tania too.<span style="color: #BF0000"> "I love you, too...I want you two to always control me in this way..."</span><br/><br/>Karra's arms were still tied above her, with Tom still inside of her along with the maglite. Tom dislodged himself and Karra gave a small whimper, he then pulled the maglite from her at an agonizingly slow rate, causing her let out a half his, half moan. While it felt incredibly good and made her stomach twitch a little, she could not possible go through anymore.<br/><br/><span style="color: #FFBF00"><span style="font-style: italic">"Hey, Karra. What would have happened, if you would have not been jealous on Tom, because he wanted to fuck me to keep me going? Would we have ended up like this? Would you two have ended up?"</span> </span>Tania's question was curious, and Karra was an honest woman.<span style="color: #BF0000">"I don't know---I've never not been jealous," </span>she admitted shyly, her voice still filled with raw lust.<span style="color: #BF0000">"I'd like to think so, though..." </span><br/><br/>Tania moved her hand across Karra's body, her hand gliding across her breasts, down her stomach, down to her center. Karra twitched under the tickling sensation, her nerves still sensitive from the satisfying abuse she had gone through. Tania then grabbed a mobile out of her bag and took a picture of them. Karra looked at Tania curiously and Tania shrugged,<span style="color: #FFBF00"><span style="font-style: italic"> "You never know, if it may remind us someday, how we started. Oh, damn, I am so happy."</span></span><br/><br/>Tania was looking at the picture and then turned giddily to Karra, showing it to her.<span style="color: #FFBF00"> <span style="font-style: italic">"You look really abused, honey. Did you ever believe that something like this would happen to you?"</span></span>Tania asked, Karra shook her head in the negative as she stared fascinated by the picture. Her hair was tousled and splayed around her like a halo, arms tied, nipples a sore red, and her clit looked swollen and red. She looked like someone had taken her captive and used her over and over. She supposed it wasn't far from the truth, except this time she was willing and it had been very pleasurable to her.<br/><br/>She was really glad to have both Tania and Tom, but she wanted to establish a few ground rules a bit later. Well, just one really. It would be a strange request to Tom and Tania, she was sure--but she did not want Tom to cum into anyone but her. It was just something that she wanted to be selfish in. Tom was hers, but she was sharing him with Tania--she wanted something that could be hers and only hers, and that was Tom only cumming into her and no one else. However, she wasn't sure how to approach the subject. Would Tania be insulted? Would Tom? She hoped not. It seemed to her the two were very reasonable and that her request was so slight that it wasn't something earth shattering or terrible. She would wait until she was untied, though, before she asked. It would give her a moment to think.