I showered and had a good shave.I started with my false eyelashes on the top and bottom of my eyes, next the foundation and powder, eye shadow, a glit...ery green, dark red blusher to highlight my cheeks, black eye liner and masscarra followed. I added bright red lippy, all was applied quite heavy, how I like it.I got myself dressed, basque, seemed stockings and thong all in black, a very short ( probably too short ) red leather skirt, white silk blouse and a thick black belt. I'd brought myself. “I could’ve died under the knife while you were out shopping probably.” Abigail flinched visibly, making his eyes narrow on her. “Don’t be so fucking melodramatic,” Michael chastised walking around to the other side of the bed to retrieve his arm sling. “Up,” he snapped poking Gabriel in his ribs, which sent a new wave of seething agony through him. Gabriel was barely able to bite back the cry of pain. He would have given the lead guitarist hell for having poked him in his broken ribs, but. With that Max quickly joined me in nakedness. He got on his knees with his rock hard cock just inches from my face. My fingers stroked his cock as a drop of precum appeared. I rubbed the glistening droplet all around the tip of his cock. Then without thinking I took the head of his cock into my mouth. The move was strictly impulsive. I held the head of his cock between my lips for a few seconds. He pulled away and straddled my left leg. He put me in a spread eagle position by holding my hands. "On the couch. On your back."Reluctant to do anything that might annoy Deanna further, Gorge did as he was told quickly. He might have taken more time if he realised that Deanna intended to secure him to the couch. No sooner was he stretched out than she reached underneath and pulled out leather cuffs fastened by chains to the couch. She strapped them in place about his wrists and ankles, rendering him helpless.Laying on his back, naked and chained, George felt particularly vulnerable. Anxious.