The times we laid together, the way his arms would hold me in an iron grasp like he never wanted to let go. His penetrating green eyes never escaped m... notice, the way he would always stare right into my soul. I was never overly thoughtful in these moments, but every time I look back, I feel something there. Even now, I know deep down that I still genuinely like Ethan. That was never lost. Hidden, perhaps, by my careless need to forget the drama. Every sexual tryst I’ve had over the last week. Then she was bundled out of her cell and out of the large room along a dreary corridor. At the far end of the corridor she came into another large room where there were several rods forming a series of fences stretching almost from wall to wall about five feet off the ground. Bent over under the rods were a number of naked women, but before she could quite make out what they were doing at such an odd angle, she was manhandled under a rod and the handcuffs were lifted high in the air and clipped. The instant it did, urine began to flow into the bag. There wasn't much, not as much as I wanted, but I had a remedy for that. I took the syringe filled with water, found the vein for the balloon, pierced it and filled the balloon with the water. I knew it was successful because as I filled it, I saw the catheter being pulled deeper into her as the balloon expanded. I pulled the catheter back until it stopped, sealing it against the orifice. Now there were three tubes hanging out of her. The. Sure enough, she was wearing a pink and green thong. I was definitely hard now. "Dare" I told her, wanting to keep the game moving "You're brave" She said sitting down again " I dare you to sit in front of me for the rest of the game." Easy enough. I sat down on the milk crate in front of her. Our knees touched, causing her to flinch. I looked up at her chest and I could see her nipples poking through her thin top and bra. I wasn't sure if she was just really turned on or just cold. I glanced.