He moved fast, pulling her with him, and in a series of graceful movements she could not follow, she was pulled up, dragged to the bed. Without knowing how, she found herself bent over his knees, her heart beating so fast she felt ill. For a long while he just waited, patting her back lightly, caressing her ass, a finger here and there wandering to her very wet, forgotten bits. As she calmed down further, fear set in again, together with a mounting anticipation Syrah could not deny. She was curious. .....