She sorted through the laundry, separating the whites from the coloured. She shook her head at the quantity of sport socks and underwear her boys went...through on a bi-weekly basis. The water flowed noisily into the tub as Andrea sprinkled a copious cup of detergent into the mix. Turning, she thought she heard footsteps running down the stairs, but that was ridiculous. Her husband Pete was on a three day business trip and the boys wouldn’t be home from school for at least another four. She paused, for a moment, it wasn't toolate to back out, but before she could really articulate the thought, shecuffed her hands behind her back, trapping her in her own experiment. As thecuff closed around her wrist; she felt a heady rush that left her weak. It wastoo late for her to have second thoughts now. Now she'd have to endure her testuntil the ice melted and dropped the keys into her hands. She could feel the vibrators all workingbetween her thighs, trapped in her latex panties. What. She closed her eyes and tried to control her rapid panting.She reeled at how wet and slick she was. Her juices were everywhere. Her thighs were covered in it, and the smooth folds deep between her thighs felt so slippery she couldn't have stopped sliding her fingers back and forth even if she would have wanted to.If someone, her mother or sister, or even both, had interrupted her then she wouldn't have been able to stop. She was too lost in her own passion to even care about anybody or anything. She was slumped against the table, her sensual face pale white and waxy, her mouth a twisted pink slash, and her hands were clamped to her bruised breast where he had hit her."All right," he snarled grimly, "Spill." I... I don't know what you're talking about," Copeland said sullenly, averting her eyes."Yes you do, and you're going to tell me, right now!" I never saw that... that man before in my life!" Kim cried out defiantly. "I don't know how he got in here! Honest!"Enraged by the bald-faced.