Maybe he was dragged there after Mehetabel came on heat unexpectedly. After all if one is wishing to be tied up and brutally raped, there isn’t much point is there? Xnx I looked at her vacantly. Presented thus however, forcibly more pronounced by virtue of her restraints and having in mind also their un-encased reality, courtesy of the sheer material with which female night-attire is manufactured, the reader can visualize I am sure, her simmering aspect. I love my PSG dearly (little in-house joke there for the few of you able to make the connection). “C’mon,” I muttered, “I left my rope on the horse out back and it’s freezing tonight.”
“I’m serious,” she giggled afresh then, reaching down beneath her side of the bed, withdrew
two scarves of indeterminate length, dropping them delicately on the coverlet in front of me. But to get back to
