When she was sixteen she had a date with a boy, the date went well until they were making out in his car before he took her home. As Beverly’s body ...esponded to the boy her control wavered. When Beverly slipped into a dream the boy panicked and dumped her out of his car before speeding off. Beverly had woken up on the side of the road, fortunately not far from home. She had never risked a repeat of that experience.After a couple of years of college she had found her parents concern for her to. They were dead meat against this cute, pink, little sound which they knew they had to go out and meet and be together with for one short, beautiful celebration of both life and death. The helpless-but-fertile, tender males felt they had been descended upon by flesh-and-blood demons who craved and were now ready to feast upon their spiritual essences, to summon and eat alive millions of innocent creatures that were safely nestled inside the men's bodies. The women sucked for their dinner gently. She could just barely see over the screen and she watched him as he prepared oils and towels and he had his back to her and she began to undress. She hung her blouse and skirt up and folded her bra and panties and laid them on the chair, then wrapped the towel around her and walked out from behind the screen and over to the table. "Please lay face down Sara," and she complied and then she felt his hands work the folds of the towel loose and it dropped off either side of the table, her nude body. Once my shirt was off, she handed me a set of leather cuffs that looked like they had been swiped from an institution for the criminally beefed-up. They weren't large is size, but I knew from looking, that once I was in them I wasn't getting out unless I was released. Once my wrists were in the cuffs, she led me across the room to a corner under a cable, which was hung through a bolt in the ceiling. I was told to walk up a series of small blocks until I could hang the chain between the cuffs on.