It will be problems for you...but you have too much clothes on..”“Yes..”There was a rattling of chains (that sound alone!), then her left arm wa... free. The dress was taken off, now hung on her other elbow. “Get on your knees, my bitch..”Amelie nodded, then did so. Her other hand were free now, the dress came completely off now, but she was not up to fight. Didn´t dare. Didn´t want to. But silently hoping that her stockings would not get ruined. The unknown woman then chained her again, the left. She remembered snatches of her life from before: the archive, the books, her family, her home, her first love.She dreamed of old conversations with those she had held close, and had impressions of talking to some of them anew, confusion about their changed lives, reminiscences of old events, unfinished business.There was nothing new in her life now. Nothing ever changed, every day the same. It could have been weeks now, or months, or longer.How had it come to this?Her idle curiosity was just a. Carol and I were supposed to be going steady and being exclusive. I had only screwed her one time in the last four dates because she said she was on her period and always had cramps right before and right after. Needles to say I said to Carol, she could fuck whoever she wanted since we were through. I heard excuses that I was to hear again and again in college, “It was only sex; they didn’t mean anything to me. I love only you.”Fast forward to my junior year in college and my fiancée Sharon. At this my gf started to wake up so I quickly shoved my cock back inside my shorts and curled up so she couldn't see my hard on. Susan also curled up with her skirt still hitched up but not enough that it gave the game away. We both turned back to the telly and my gf slowly came back to consciousness unaware of what had happened.My cock was still solid so I couldn't move. Susan announced that she was going to the toilet and got up and left the room. My gf got up off the sofa and asked if I was.