"Ok you old bitch, get your fancy arse over on that chair" he growls at Kerry and half drags her into the chair near the vanity."Park you arse and sit...still or you get this" he says waving a fist in her face.She collapses in the chair and her opens a drawer in the vanity and takes out some scarves to tie her up with. He firmly ties her ankles to the legs and her wrists to the arms of the chair. Tied like this her legs are spread and I notice him look up her skirt at her exposed nylon encased. This has always warmed me. Like you are placing complete trust in me, and I am protecting you. It's probably because I have never been comfortable with my own nakedness, of the vulnerability I feel myself. But I prefer the first reason, and you indulge me. We hold each other tightly and dance our way through the Thirties and Forties.I lift my hands to unbutton my shirt.My hands. Two useless stumps now. My eyes are opened and I see the truth. Fingers that do not work the way I want them to, that. She took her time and dressed very carefully that morning. She wanted the first impression to be good. She had been talking to this man for about a month now, and they were finally going to meet.The night before, she had spent extra time on a pedicure and manicure. Her nails were done in French tips, and her toes were just shaped and topped with clear lacquer. She had chosen to dress completely in black. She had chosen to wear a black lace thong, black lace topped silk stockings, garterbelt and. “Show me your ass, Belinda,” he’d murmured, “present it up high for me.” She had obeyed quickly, sinking her upper body down until her breasts were pressed against the cold wooden floor boards and her round ass was turned up to him, her buttocks wide as she pressed herself forward, and she breathed heavily. He had left her like that for what seemed like an eternity, slowly smoking his cigarette and caressing Belinda’s round buttocks with the leather sole of his shoe. He had pressed the toe of.