"I cleared the area and then carefully took her off the table, fastening her manacles to hooks hanging from the ceiling, attaching the restraints on h...r ankles to eyebolts in the floor. After adjusting the temperature of the water coming through the sprayer, I turned it on her and listened to her cries of shock. She tried to dance away from the hot spray, but at best she could twist back and forth in her shackles to no good effect while I sluiced the filth from her body. In the interests of. She didn't bother to change, reasoning that he would love to see her in her concert outfit up close. There was a knock."Miss emma, your fan is here," said security through the door.emma opened the door. Standing before her was a young man. He shyly looked at her and walked inside. Security closed the door behind him. emma stuck her hand out."Hey! What's your name?" she asked."John," the fan nervously answered as he shook her hand."Nice to meet you, John!" beamed emma.The fan seemed really shy.. I moved forward, a few measured steps, darting from tree to tree and get as close as possible. The two seemed oblivious to my movement even enough I snapped numerous twigs underfoot which caused me to stop at length and wait. I stole a glance round the tree I was currently hidden behind and saw that now the youth was being hauled onto his feet by Karswell, pressed flat against the tree. I had to imagine the bark was quite rough upon his flesh but I heard no protestations issue from his mouth.. The walk to the stands earlier that day had been bad enough in the relative coolness of the morning, but at 3:30 in the afternoon the heat and humidity, it was hell. Once clear of the track and the deafening noise the race generated, the American girl began to rant as they strode towards the police detachment close to the Metro station at the entrance to the track. “Fuck, fuck, fuck!” She cursed. “The idiot can’t keep out of trouble for a fucking minute without me holding his hand.” She.