Victoria looks shocked and even a little scared but smiles as she crawls up and lays down on the bench. I close the shackle around her neck first then...adjust the padded extension so only her forehead is laying on it. I then adjust pads and shackles for her arms and the pads and shackles for her legs to a comfortable position laying on her stomach. I tell Victoria there are several uses for the fuck bench. Today it will be used to keep you occupied while I make breakfast. Now that she is secure. “Well, yes… I am here on business. You can call meAlan.” I introduced myself as my eyes began to wanderfrom her eyes to her breasts, which was still heavingup and down from the vigorous performance on stage.“If you like what you see… come here more often… Iam here every night, but I must dash now to my nextstage. See you around!” She said, noticing where myeyes had landed.I like the innuendo and as she turned to leave, Igrabbed her by her arm and asked, “How can I. It fit so snug in there I couldn't believe it. As I began thrusting back and forth, penetrating her deeper and deeper, her noises turned into long, amplified moans. I grabbed hold of her arms and yanked them back, tugging them against the handcuffs, reminding Christine of her restraints. It also helped maintain my boner; looking at her weak position, her wrists in shackles, the blindfold over her crying eyes, and my personal favorite, her gagged mouth. I kept riding her till my own. At last, she stops rolling, and opens her eyes, the deep blue of ocean waters, grayed by the overcast light, near and inviting. Slowly, she sits up, and looks behind herself. It was amazing how distant that fence had seemed now that she was by the water. It was also surprising to see the beach stretch onwards, devoid of life or motion. It was a clean landscape – no trees beyond the fence, no abandoned beach furniture she had often imaged – just endless sand. Slowly, she rises to her feet, and.