What were they expecting? Was there something in it? Would they make her eat it with her fingers? With no hands at all? She saw herself leaning forwar..., pushing her face into the plate, lapping up the eggs, chewing on the ham while they watched and laughed. She felt her cunt getting wet. She imagined them pushing her even further, mashing up the food and spilling it on the floor, pushing her to her knees, pushing her face to the ground, making her lick the food off the tiles. She slid her hand. "Your bruises are beginning to heal. Can you tell" he said but then reached around her from each side taking hold of her breasts with both of his hands and squeezed then hard working his finger and thumb tips into the soft breast flesh. She let out a cry of pain as his hands gripped her breasts, "AAAAHHOOOOOOWWWW."She was in too much pain to notice but he let out an odd type of hum of satisfaction, "mmmmmuuuhhhmmm yes."When he let go of her breasts he grabbed hold of her neck with his right. “Yes. Fuck me,” she replied smartly.Justin nodded back at her. “Just a minute,” he said, leaving the bedroom.The fire between Erin's legs was screaming.What?! Where is he going?! Take me right now!Erin heard a kitchen drawer open, further rousing her urgent curiosity. Justin returned with what appeared to be… A wooden spoon?“A wooden spoon?” Erin asked, puzzled. “Whatㅡwait!” She covered her mouth at the realization.Justin cracked a smile. “Just as a quick reminder that I noticed you cooked a. Smith would touch her, stroke her, make love to her. It was quiet for a while and then she could feel a light touch of Mr. Smith. His hands went cupped her breast and played with her nipples. Even the softest touch was enough to almost giver an orgasm. Mr. Smith placed himself behind her and Hannah could feel his suit against her naked body. He was much taller than her and put his hands on her shoulders. Mr. Smith removed Hannah’s blindfold and as her eyes adjusted to the light she could see.