The flirting continued at work...Then one Friday evening, Danielle and I were working late on quarterly reports. Everyone had gone home. That day Dani...lle wasn't her usual self. She seemed upset about something, I didn't push the issue. An hour after the others had left. Danielle broke down. I wasn't sure what to do and it made me feel awkward. I put my arm around her, to consol her, and she cringed. I pulled away quickly. Danielle confessed her boyfriend had beaten her up the night before. He. Jason felt so strong and had complete control of her. He could do anything he wanted to her and she was powerless to stop him. And that realization, that she was turned on by this, pushed Katie over the edge of orgasm. She moaned and her body shook as her pussy spasmed, juices gushing from her slit and soaking the leggings she wore. The scent of her nectar wafted and rose through the air, Jason inhaling deeply when he smelled the aroma. "So, slut, you like being skull fucked", he said, pulling. I knew what she was thinking. If I thought we would need that much Gatorade this would be a marathon session. I smiled. I placed them strategically and then grabbed a couple of towels from the bathroom. I remembered one last possibility and recovered a short step stool from the font closet. Might not need it.Finally, I returned to the living room to find Jan pacing.“I don’t know what you have planned and I’m not sure if I should be giddy with excitement or cowering in horror.”“Or both,” I said,. Perhaps you may have been tempted to wipe them away, were your wrists not bound together, stretched above your head, and then secured to the headboard. The effect gave your body a long, graceful and sinuous look, a woman caught in her first morning stretch as she wakes, rather than a woman bound. Ravishing in her exposure, most seductive in her vulnerability. I let the mink glove on my left hand wipe gently over your breasts, and linger long enough to further tease your nipples, keeping them.