The final touch was a screw on the very top of the contraption that trapped her clitoris and squeezed it. Another rope from the ceiling pulled her up ...rom this underwear, distributing her weight evenly between her crotch area and the pierced breasts. For a the final touch, he tied the bundle of wrist and ankles to a ring on the floor, pulling her tight, causing more pain to the body parts she was hanging from. With a coarse rawhide, he started wrapping her limbs with several loop all around. I mean it. You can be truthful. I won’t be angry.”When I didn’t say anything, my Aunt Janet murmured, “Bloody hell. How many times…? All right, I’ll say it again. Mikey, I know you’ve been looking at me.”The denial rose in my throat while my overheated cheeks flared even hotter. I opened my mouth to voice it, and Janet held up a hand.“No,” she said, cutting me short. “Don’t say anything if it’s a lie. I know you have, Mikey. You’ve been quite obvious about it. I’ve noticed it a few times now.. "I work hard to stay sexy and it's good to know that a young man such as yourself finds me attractive. Now, what can I do for you", she asked. "I'm kind of hungry", he said and she pointed to a chair at the table. "Sit", she said firmly. "Dinner isn't for a few hours, so I'll make you a sandwich."As Jeff sat down, Lucy came running into the kitchen and got a glass of water. Then she went over to the table and, without saying a word, sat down on Jeff's lap. He barely stopped himself from moaning. There was no entry foyer, the front door opened straight into the lounge room where a sofa faced the television and two individual chairs either side of the TV faced the sofa. "Please, sit yourself down, can I get you a drink?"Having just come in from the dark night, Deborah's eyes adjusted to the interior lights and as she looked around, she saw that Martin was wearing just a tee shirt and shorts, his legs and feet were bare. Deborah made her way to the sofa and sat down at the far end of it,.