<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=9845.msg423526#msg423526">Quote from: Cherri Tart on 08-09-2007, 09:23:13</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">Spent, she could do nothing more then shake her head, trying to push away the last vestiages of lust that had swum so quickly to the surface... and yet, thankfully, the fear that she would have expected to grip her didn't rise up either... something about his touch was calming, peaceful... she nodded once at his question, wondering what it was he wanted with her.<br/></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br/>Angela finally opened her eyes. In a worn armchair sat a very thin and wiery man. His head seemed to have been recently shaved, the hair was just starting to grow back. He wore worn jeans and a black band t-shirt with faded logo. He wasn't a very handsome man, but neither was he ugly. There was something about him though, she felt like he had an almost magnetic prescence.<br/>"This a normal thing for you?" he asked and blew out some smoke. "Waking up in a strange place, tied up, but instead of being terrified you end up soaking your knickers, and not with piss either, if you get my meaning."