Ajeet unbuttoned his shirt, amused that his prey seemed spellbound by his cock. She didn't take her eyes off of it as he stepped up to her, completely naked, brown and hairless and toned. He stroked his cock in front of Jeanie, the woman who had occupied his every waking thought since he first set eyes on her.

He knew she wouldn't struggle, nor would she report him. She was submissive, and she was interested, at least at some level. He could tell as much by the wetness he felt last time, and her lack of effort to cover herself.

He bound her to ensure that he had unfettered access...