<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-weight: bold"><span style="font-size: 150%; line-height: 116%;"><span style="color: #80FF80">Carlos Delgado</span></span></span></div><br/><br/><div style="text-align: center;"><a class="postlink" href="http://i1343.photobucket.com/albums/o793/Galvin_Fugazi/75418b36-82bd-4b2f-bdff-d44eb7e2deaf_zpsb78abdde.jpg">[ img ]</a></div><br/><br/><br/><div style="text-align: justify;">Carlos was rolling now as he could smell the fear again. She panicked and it made him more vicious. When she bust his lip open, he spit the blood on her white carpet. She tried to yell and he closed her mouth, just to get bitten. Blood was streaming from his hand, but it was only firing him up. The slap came out of nowhere and it was hard, jerking her head around and blood gushed from her nose. He managed to grab one leg in the moment of shocked freeze and tied it to the bottom bedpost. There was a lamp on the nightpost and he ripped the cord from it and fixed her other leg spreadeagling her. When she realised that she was helpless, she opened her mouth to cry for help. Her robe had fallen open, displaying a nice set of panties. He grabbed them with one hand and ripped them apart, stuffing them in her mouth. Only garbled noises were escaping her now.<br/><br/><span style="color: #FF8000">"You want to know what I am doing? I will remove my shoes now..."</span><br/><br/>He untied the laces and placed them properly at the bottom of the bed. His belt came next, then his pants and his shirt. He left the boxers on and sat down on the bed, his hand moving over her belly to her breast.<br/><br/><span style="color: #FF8000">"It must be very uncomfortable for you to be tied down like that. I will remove the restraints in a few minutes. As we won't need them anymore. Have you ever heard from the girls in the district, what my specialty is? Why they call me the puppetmaster? I guess you have not..."</span></div>