' Jeff gasped as he must have been feasting his eyes on her delicate little pink nipples and her creamy small firm breasts. I know seeing them gets me...hard and I see them every night. Seeing such beauty for the first time is really breathtaking.'She's fucking gorgeous!' Replied Tom as he raised her miniskirt. I could see his hand go to her panties. He pulled the cloth together so a thin strip went in between he lovely shaved pussy lips.'Oh! Fucking hell! Look at that!' He was saying this as his. They weren’t just nervous pangs...she was getting turned on as well. He knew just how to push her buttons, even when she was being “punished,” and she knew he knew. She dreaded it and loved it simultaneously.At the top of the stairs, she began the long walk down the hall to the bedroom, feeling not unlike a prisoner on his final march to the execution chamber. He followed her in and shut the door. He pointed to the corner. “I want you in that corner in nothing but panties in one minute,. Suddenly, something collides with the side of my head and I’m knocked off balance. I fight back at thin air and vaguely register the car door being swung open as a damp cloth is clamped around my mouth and I sink to the ground. * * *I wake up in a dimly lit room with a horribly stiff neck and a throbbing pain in my left temple. I’m shackled to a large padded chair; my wrists are cuffed to each arm and my ankles to the two. “When was the last time you had sex Sophie?” asked Kirsty as she decided to take the lead. “Errm,” the brunette stammered nervously. “If I’m honest I haven’t been having a lot of sex lately.” Kirsty smiled to herself, pleased that the alcohol was having its desired affect and causing Sophie to open up. “How can that be though?” she replied. “I’ve seen you on the dance floor. You’re literally surrounding by guys practically salivating at the mouth.” “I know but…” muttered Sophie quietly with.