In meiner Position war es zu diesem Zeitpunkt leider unmöglich unters Bett zu fassen. Jeder der schonmal die Hände auf dem Rücken gefesselt hatte w...iß, wie ungelenkig man in diesem Moment ist. Nach einem kurzen Schreckmoment erinnerte ich mich an den Ersatzschlüssel der sich an der Kette befand. Mein Plan meine Hände von der Rückseite nach vorne zu bekommen war nur leider nicht durchdacht. Erst jetzt merkte ich, dass es unmöglich ist gefesselte Hände (besonders so eng gefesselt) am Po und den. There followed a moment of bafflement,her eyebrows high because she didn't recognize the woman wearing herdress, but then her expression suddenly went guarded and her browslowered. By that I knew April had recognized me, that the womansitting alone across the way in the restaurant wearing her dress wasme. Her husband.I had no way of knowing when I put that dress on that it was easilyidentifiable, a Karl Lagerfeld unique in this town, a gift from herfriend Laurie from when Laurie sold her. I pushed my right knee between her legs and she started fighting again but she outdid herself by letting me slip in between her legs. She said your breaking my arm please stop but I ignored her. After all, it was her fault. If she'd lay still I'd let her arm free but she wouldn't and I needed my right hand to get my cock into her hairy pussy. She was pressed hard on the bed and I was between her legs and had my cock right on her pussy lips when she froze. NO! She screamed. NO! NO! NO! . The thorns of those roses contrast sharply with the delicate softness; the blood red of the petals contrasts sharply with her pale flesh. Her legs folded under, her torso bound tight is a sleek black corset, head down, her arms tied firmly behind her back, hair piled loosely at the nape of her neck; she calmly waits. Finally she hears a noise and glances towards the door—carefully moving only her dark eyes. She sees him standing there, a silhouette by the doorway. He’s coming for her. Seeing.