There was rope left over, and I figured 'What the hell. Let's go for broke.' I wound the rope up and around her forearms to her elbows, pulling each w...nd a little tighter, drawing her elbows towards each other. In testament to her flexibility, when I finished, they were touching. She had not made another sound. I touched her hip to indicate she could face me."Oh ... My ... God!" I was stunnedI was unprepared for the sight I beheld. Tying her hands behind her back and forcing her elbows together. She kissed me and said she was thinking about letting Jerome fist her the next time they were together. Ana said he had been asking her to let him put his fist in her cunt for some weeks. I asked her if that were something she would enjoy and she replied that she would love the feeling of being full stretched. I asked her when this was going to take place and she replied on Sunday afternoon would be the best time. As we dined out I couldn't help but bring up the subject of Jerome fisting her.. Then there was knock on the door – it shook him from his philosophical ponderings – did he hear that right? Was that their door. The doorbell rung out again. Emily and Ryan stared at each other for a moment with bated breath. Then they sprung into action to dress. Who could it be? Ryan’s phone buzzed. He ignored it. Disheveled and distracted Ryan stumbled down the stairs, his mind whirling with recent events and pleasures. The doorbell rang again. Ryan straightened his wrinkled shirt and. " Thank you Vladimir," Volodymyr said quietly, slurring the words a little. "Thank you for being so kind to me." Think nothing of it honey. Now up you go."Volodymyr steadied himself with a hand on the back of the chair and stepped onto it as gracefully as he could. It was difficult in the suicide outfit he'd chosen: a tight white sheath dress, slit up the side and the gold sandals. He'd taken the handcuffs that Vladimir had left on the chair for him. Now, standing on the chair and trying to.