"What a hot bitch you are." She began to move her ass in a circular motion, and every time I spoke to her she only said, "Yes!" I knew I wouldn't last...a long time, but could see that she would probably come even before me. I could see the muscles in her taut body rippling as she successfully worked her cunt. It was a very exciting sight. "You can be my little fuck toy anytime! Work that ass faster Tami!"It looked like the veins in her neck were going to pop out, and her face was bright red. She. " Ryan felt deflated; she could see he was preoccupied and his smile looked forced. "So, how was your day?" Okay. Just recovering from the trip." You did sound tired when I talked to you earlier."He shrugged. "It's the downside of all the travel. Sometimes your internal clock just gets all messed up and it takes a little bit to reset it. I'll be good tomorrow." That's good." Ryan blanked on what to say next. Brody sounded so flat, unlike himself."You up for some food?" Brody didn't hassle her. " I tried going back to sleep. On one side. On the other side. On my back. On my stomach. Nothing worked. Got up, went to the computer, played around and watched some porn, which didn't help either and only exacerbated the situation. Finally, went back to bed.The time: 2:30am. Still couldn't sleep. It didn't help that she was snoring lightly. What the hell!? If I can't sleep, neither will she. I started caressing her body again. No response. Her breathing stayed the same. She was on her back. Clegg fussed at each knot, checking the tension of the rope, the lay of the cords, the way in which the ropes wound securely around the limbs of his victim and the rungs and struts of the chair. It was, Clegg, concluded, still the part of his work that he most enjoyed; the simple craft of restraining a captive so that she is held securely, unable to escape, and yet with no more discomfort than was absolutely desirable. It made a pleasant change in some ways, Clegg thought, He’d been.