"He entered the dungeon, his face showing the surprise he felt at seeing the, formerly, timid and self effacing slave, naked, bound to a cross and, wh...n he approached and saw the instruments on the table, ready for her mutilation.He looked at her plum, attractive nude body. Her clitoris, covered by its hood of flesh protruded from her pussy, right at the top of her slit.He grasped it, through its hood, with his index and thumb, pinching it uncomfortably."Why are you on that cross?" he asked.She. Later she would try to make sense of what had happened. — Chapter Two Victor Freeman was what they call a self-made man. He was forty three years old, and though no one would ever suspect it, a millionaire. Six years before, he had left the army where, because of his talent for leadership and tactics he had reached the rank of major. As a captain he had served in Iraq in the SAS and came back unscathed. His latter life in the army was shrouded in secrecy, and although an officially retired. Reaching out he cupped one tit as best he could, actually it was just a mound and not a handful. MMM the feel of the little nipple in the palm of his hand was suck a turn on. Then rubbing the nipple until it got hard and was able to take it with thumb and finger and pulled and rolled. He saw her eyes first go wide and then close and go wide again.“Oh daddy that feels so good, oh yes do it more. That feeling is the best. Yes keep doing that.”That sensation in her crotch was back and the. Sure enough it was just as Alex's Mum explained, everything except for one detail, there was only one bed. It was a Queen sized bed, so big enough for two people. But we were guys, teenage guys, and according to teenage guys everywhere it is totally gay to share a bed, which was not the look we were going for. “Hey Dad!” yelled Alex, “Where’s the stretcher thing?”“What?” his Dad yelled back“The stretcher…thing… you know, the… the stretcher bed for Chris”“No, Chris gets the bed and you get the.