Looking up, she saw his slitted eyes like blue stones. Now that she knew what he wanted she could not cease trembling. “P-please don’t hur... me!” “Hurt you?” His mouth touched hers again. The caressing tip of his tongue slid against hers. He pulled back and gave her a funny, grinning look. He held her propped against the table with her skirt hiked up, her underclothes stripped away, her sex thoroughly exposed to him. She felt his hand between her thighs. “I. I couldn’t blame him.) Things were fine between us. I didn’t feel the need to see him again and he either didn’t have the opportunity or inclination for another visit. I felt like I needed to reconnect with Zoë, so much had happened since I had seen her last. But she proved impossible to get in contact with. I finally caved and called Glen. He told me that she had gone out of town for the week to visit a cousin of hers. I told Glen that I was sorry for having abandoned all of them. ‘I don’t. This made me wonder ... where was Billy and what did he know of it?“Um ... Amy, wow ... that’s one head of a wake-up call, princess! Your mouth feels heavenly! But ... you’re still wearing your wedding band. You went through with the wedding, but where does this leave you and Billy?” I asked my daughter, truly puzzled for a moment.“With this,” Amy produced a piece of paper that had my own handwriting, much to my shock.The writing wasn’t too bad, given that it was mine, and no, I didn’t try to. He walked to a cupboard, took two pair of leather cuffs, and threw them at me, making sure he hit me, "Put them on, quickly, and stop being a fucking brat," I hurriedly attached the cuffs to my ankles and then my wrists. "Take off your shoes and stand up, straight." I did, my tit throbbing painfully as I did so. He quickly stripped the soiled dress off me, then locked my wrist cuffs together, clipping them to the ceiling rope, before, pulling my legs wide apart, he clipped the ankle cuffs to a.