. Sorry! Chantelle isn't it? I'm Mike. I love it! It's perfect! So edgy, Roger! So edgy!" He shook Chantelle's hand much too hard and I got the same t...eatment. His wife poked him in the ribs with her elbow and all three of us turned our attention to her. She wore a nice, simple, black cocktail dress with a studded, black dog collar around her neck. But even more surprising was the fluorescent orange ball-gag in her mouth. Still, she tried to smile sweetly as we all looked at her. Mike turned. Many people died including all your family and your fiancé. Two weeks ago the mayor was found dead with your knife on his cold body. During the trial you explained that someone had stolen your knife during the night and you had hope to prove your innocence, till someone accused you of sorcery and to be responsible for the plague which killed all your family but let you miraculously uninfected. After that everyone considered you were guilty. The only point left was to know was for you to hang as. He told her to count downwards. She nodded, laying still waiting and expectant, revelling, in this feeling of being helpless, but frightened too of the pain she knew was to come, her soft breast in their half cups, nipples rubbing erotically on the rough, work-scarred wood, glad of the basque protecting her belly and her lush sandy haired mons from the damaged surface and the hard edge. He began again, another ten, “twenty-nine,” smack… “twenty-eight…” the rhythm continued, her voice beginning. ’ ‘I know.’ I willingly admitted. ‘But what if we get caught?’ I was about two months away from getting my Bachelor’s degree and I already had a job lined up. I didn’t feel like getting in trouble. ‘We won’t.’ Steve reassured me. ‘I need you. I can’t do this alone. You have to take care of the roommate for me, you don’t even have to fuck her if you don’t want to, just keep her quiet and out of the way.’ Steve was apparently done trying to convince me, he grabbed my wrist and pulled me.