I couldn’t see where her right hand was. I glanced around fearing we might get caught. My fears were soon relieved. Karen appeared to have fallen a...leep lying curled up on her left side with her hands stuffed between her legs. I turned to look at Sharon. She was in a similar position on her right side, her eyes wide open staring at the TV. We were about an hour into the movie. I took a chance and slid my left hand down the back of the sofa to caress Rachel’s hip and butt. I carefully pulled. ? It was humid out, and the stonewalls of the basement were slick and slimy with grease and age old dirt.? The basement had always reminded me more thana little of a dungeon I have to admit.?There was an old bomb shelter- a hold over from the fifties Cold Warthough I think it was mainly used for storage now- thus the stone walls.? Dirty pipes dripped rusty water from theceiling, and there always a rank odor lingering, the stench of rotten cabbageand sweat socks, like a locker room.? Theelevator. After eating walked back through the bar and it was totally deserted except for the three-piece band that was setting up for their evenings performance. By this time it was quarter past eight so I went up to my room.Nothing good on TV, so I showered and changed clothes, jeans and a sport shirt replaced my business suit. No underwear, just in case I got lucky. Back down to the bar at nine thirty. Of course the bar charged a premium for the band, so I sipped a high ball slowly and looked over. And somehow her handcuffs were tethered both to her asshole and to her pussy. Able to move her hands with more range of motion than before, she investigated and discovered to her horror: Her hands were chained to a ring that went in her asshole and came out her vagina.Watching her wake up, her new master wondered if she could make out the biology of her bonds. Since her colon and vagina ran parallel and close to each other, he had simply punched a hole connecting the two and inserted a.