"So let?s give you a bit of balance." She grabbed the end of the rope tying Junko's hands together and pulled it up as far as she could. Then she ti...d it onto the climbing rope and let go. Now Junko couldn't tip backwards, and she didn't have the leverage to tilt in any other direction. Additionally, the rope pulling her head towards her knees interacted with the rope pulling her arms up to counteract nearly every movement she could make. She tried to struggle, but it was no use. The. "So, wanna make some pancakes?" Kiara asked. "Um, hell yeah!" was Faith's answer. For the next ten minutes, they prepared the ingredients, took out the ice cream to let it melt just a little, and got cooking. There was flour everywhere and Faith made the most of the opportunity. Kiara squealed as Faith's hand grabbed her right ass cheek, leaving a white hand print on her jean shorts. Giggling, Kiara then threw her hands into the flour and grabbed Faith's chest, leaving two equally noticeable. Batteries not included. Made in China."Yeah. Who knew Germans were into some heavy-duty BDSM torture shit. The woman had me barking like a dog by the time she was finished with me. Look, seriously, I've had bigger things up there but Jesus. H. Christ on a bike, when she turned that thing on I nearly hit the fucking roof in shock. "Surprise!" she had yelled. Surprise? Too fucking right it was a surprise. Deep-fried asshole is a helluva thing. I'll scream my apartment down when I have to. It was him! He must have noticed my recognition, because his grin slid away and he lunged at my throat, grabbing me and pushing me back into my house and shutting the door. I was scared, but I never yelled for help. I didn't even fight back. I don't remember what was going through my mind, if anything at all. All I know is his grin had returned, and he was loosening his grip as he guided me to my knees. I didn't say no. I didn't fight back. I watched him undo those brown pants and slide his.