Blindfolded and took me into a shady hotel to have his way with me. Afterwards left the door open but the damned Stockholm syndrome won't let me leave.
I tried to avoid him, not because I was afraid of doctors, but because I have an intense fear of Denmark.
As he laid me down and undid my belt, he assured me that wasn't the case. Then it was real nice.
I beaded his clammy ass crack with M&Ms and let nature take its course. In the afterglow, I tried to unwind by watching Back to the Future III with him, but he went on a tirade about how the endings to part three's always suck.
We tried kissing as a soft foreplay but I couldn't find Ted's mouth so we didn't do anything sexy.
Still, they make a great breakfast... I mean, look at me! I clearly ate too much of it.
Would not shut up about his autistic obsessions. Tried the ballgag, stuffing a sock in his mouth, knocking him out with chloroform. Nothing. The power of autism is strong with this one.