Quite, scared, breathless, heart beating out of her chest. The virgin stands there inside Gatwick Airport in London not knowing what to do. She didn't speak English, only Spanish. She mistakenly got on the wrong plane. ¿Donde estoy? The lost girl says, as she walks around like a deer in the headlights. He stands there from afar, 5 foot 10, leather coat, black tee and jeans. He says good bye to a neighbor who needed a ride to the airport. He looks at his iPhone as he turns to leave and sees her. Young and 18, 5 foot 2, 110lbs. breast DD. He moves to her as she starts to cry. Like a true gentlemen he wipes her tears away. She pulls back, ¿Quién es usted? ¡Déjame en paz! He grabs both her arms, his grip tight and powerful. She looks at his face, he's bald by choice, she stares into his brown eyes, and feels herself losing all control. She reaches a hand up to his face, caresses his cheek feeling his stubble. He knows at that moment that he is her master, her life and body is his to own.
He leads her to his car, she is lifeless, a dummy, a puppet and he pulls the strings. He rolls up to his flat and takes her inside. He walks her into his bedroom and locks the door. He sits her on the bed, not knowing what to do with her. Why does she submit to him? Looking at her huge breast he feels his jeans tighten, he starts to sweat. Quickly he grabs a few neckties and lays her down on the bed. he binds her wrist and ankles to the bed feeling a rush blood from the top of his head to the bottom of his other head. she lays there, she does not move. What he wants to do to her she'll allow it to happen.
