She is hanging at anodd angle, apparently unconscious. The dowel under herright foot has broken off. Her arch is red. More bloodstains the cross where...her foot has scrabbled. I put myhands on her waist and push up, relieving the strain onher arms. She opens her eyes and groans.Jeremy slices through the ropes. She falls forwardagainst me, her useless arms flopping across myshoulders. We carry her into the bathroom and seat heron the lid of the commode. Dawn goes to the kitchen andreturns with a. .....................In the now lit up basement, I saw infront of me what my Mistress Chrissy had prepared... A torture rack! It looked like a normal long wooden table with leather wrist/ankle restraints at the top and bottom of it and a wheel at the top which, when rotated, tightens and constricts the chain attached to the restraints, causing the stretching out of the victim's body, that victim soon being me! I don't know how I've never noticed her setting that up in the basement before, but I. . ahhhhh.. sssssss..ahhhhhh.”I was getting very excited. This would be the first time I would be kissing a boob.I was kissing her upper part of the boob while cupping the lower and squeezing the other breast with my free hand.I really wanted to see enjoy myself so I took my time and started licking and flicking her nipple with my tongue. With the first flick, she instantly grabbed my head and moaned. She had dark nipples and areolas.Sara: God! Ahhhhhh.. You sure you haven’t licked boobs before?. ..” Then she saw the look on his face. “You mean it, don’t you? You’ll order them to change their set up to co-ed?” she asked.“Not quite. A separate women’s university is the best we could achieve at the moment, but I could force the main university to be the examining body and to award degrees fairly. How do you fancy being Vice-Chancellor and Professor of Mathematics?”It was a trick question, but she saw it just in time.“Yes, I’d love it,” she enthused, “And I could use some of my spare time.