"No fucking way!" Jim tried scooting back. There was some slack in the chains connecting the ankle cuffs on him. He thought there might be cuffs around the thighs, but, glancing down, they turned out to be the elastic of black thighhigh hose. He used the hands cuffed behind him to push away, too. The heels didn't help his speed. And the negligee wanted to get in the way.
"Way," Jim grinned, unzipping his pants. "I can do anything I want in my dream."
"Dream? Dream!? This feels to fucking real to me! How can--" He remembered falling asleep in the magic shop.
Jim dropped his pants. His hard-on bobbed around towards him It looked ugly from this angle. Jim bumped up against his bed. He had to think of something fast. "Sharon! What about Sharon!?!"
"This is my dream." Jim kicked his pants away. Jim wanted it too much to care about even Sharon. Jim would have, too, if he weren't the it. Trapped, he had to think of something else.
He showed his teeth. "You get near me, and I'll, I'll, I'll --Mom!"
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