I just nodded at him as he pulled me along like a dog. I had no idea where he was taking me but I really didn't care. This man could do whatever he wanted to me and it would suit me just fine. His hand was massive. It went right around my 17" arm without a problem.
I went into the store and started grabbing what I needed. The trucker came in to pay for his gas and grab some things. I could feel him looking at me as he paid the clerk.
I hear footsteps coming down the stairs. Hard, pounding Daytons shake the house with each step. I expect to hear more but it seems that only one person has entered the basement. It is the man I had been staring at.
We entered the elevator alone and as soon as the doors were closed, Francois turned to me and grabbed my face in his large hands. His tongue found mine and we sucked face all the way to the 18th floor.