....Ohhhhh.....Arrggggghhh..........,” I repeated involuntarily.I bucked and bucked against my restraints, but the fingers inside me never missed a ...eat, the flicking of my clit was meticulous, even at the height of climax. My bucking became more violent, more furtive as my orgasm subsided, but the stimulation continued unabated. There would be no post-orgasmic respite, just more stimulation of my pulsing cunt and clit. Teasingly, the speed of the thrusting fingers began to slow, a depraved. "So how does it work? How do you do it?" Curiosity was killing the cat."Turn your head, look over my shoulder... good. Oh we make appoinments, find out what kind of calendar she'd like to make for her husband. I've got four sets, you can use one or all four. There's a room full of costumes all shapes and sizes, although we do stipulate you provide your own fetish wear. Ok now look down... and be serious for this one... think of something sad."Fetish wear? Look sad? How the hell was she supposed. I curl up into the fetal position, tensing up, not knowing where I am, what is going to happen and who is in the room with me. Someone unties my hands, start to move and am about to take the pillow case off of my head. “Oh no you don’t,” I hear Mike say, as someone on either side of me takes my arms and spreads them out above my head, putting my wrists in cuffs attached to the bed. Next my ankles are untied and my legs are spread apart, my ankle are then cuffed down. I squirm and scream,. He had explained his encounter with Nancy and how he'd experienced the monster of all power games. At least for a little light relief, he could describe how Avril and Tanya conspired to drive him mad with lust and have it descend into a kinky fuck-fest. "You did what?" said Fay. She placed the bottle into the pewter ice bucket and rubbed the cold condensation of the full glass against her forehead. "I took a picture of her naked and then blackmailed her, a better contract and her silence.".