Miller became good friends immediately. They had a lot in common, same age, both had grown up in small towns, both were stay at home mothers and wives... One difference was that Mrs. Miller had given birth to a daughter, Penny. I was born six days before Penny. I can remember watching out the front window as they moved in. The first time I saw her was the day a moving van pulled up in front of their house. It was followed by a car that parked nearby and three people got out. It was obvious that. .....You can feel eyes looking at you wondering what you've done to be lead by a guard but a respectable looking lady, even if the skirt is just a little too short and an extra button undone on her shirt, she doesn't look like a shoplifter? The guys eyes are drawn to those legs and the bounce of your cleavageAs you enter his office you can see the bank of screens and realise he has watched everything you've done, when you sat with your legs just that extra few inches apart where the guy with. Various photos of bound, naked, frightened women adorned the walls.Cristina’s eyes bugged out!Bubba pulled one of the chains lower, hooked it to Cristina’s dog collar and let the heavy spring pull her up until the toes of her high-heels barely touched the floor. She desperately tried to keep her balance to avoid dangling from the hook.Bubba paid no attention. He sat on a chair and picked up a phone.It was hard for Cristina to follow the conversation and keep her precarious balance at the same. ." He whispered and I was in his arms, ducking behind the benches and we heard the clicking of heals in the gym. I looked down and saw his cock came out of me and I moved up a bit and he jumped at my sudden movement and I stuck it back inside of me and he moaned at my dangerous idea. He began to hump me. "I saw your clothes outside, if you come out now, I won't press charges." I knew that voice. I peeked above the bench, just enough for her not to see me and there stood Mrs. Perry, her blonde.