Alexander helped. Well, he thought he helped. Like in the bar. She snorted at the thought of it. For him, helping in the bar meant drinking with the c...stomers. It was the same here.The women were quiet when she came into the hall in the middle of the cells. They had been cowed by the last week of mistreatment. Even the six newcomers had learned quickly that obedience was the best approach. Andrea showed them all the taser she carried, just to remind them to behave well.Each was taken from her. His small little pink nipples stood out, almost teasingly, from his chest. I could imagine perfectly how they would feel against my lips.I reached out to touch him and that’s when I found his ‘surprise’.I was cuffed to the bed.“Oren, why am I…”“You told me a while back that you wanted to experiment with BDSM. Well, the last of the toys I’ve been ordering came in yesterday.”“So you cuffed me to the bed while I was sleeping?”He smiled again, “Surprise!”“Well thank you, but no thank you. Right now. I did, however, have the hots for her in a major way. She was the type of woman I had been attracted to before I got married: curvy, sexy eyes, loved to laugh and smile, and who seemed to be hiding the wicked ways of her nature. Brandy had been in a long-term relationship with a truck driver for several years, so all of the harmless flirting and banter was just that, harmless. Well, after living up in the area for a few years, and going through a relatively sexless marriage for much of that. The local inns had refused her when the realised that she would not be able to pay them, or after just looking at her. With torn clothes, a dirty and tear streaked face and countless bruises and cuts she must look a real state, it was no wonder people were unwilling to help her. Rubbing the back of her hand across her eyes, wiping away some of the dirt she stopped and looked at some of the people who were walking past her and those on the other side of the road. She knew if she did not find.