Caryn and I walked up the staircase. We found another living area. The master suite had its own spa, complete with a massage table. The walk-in closet...was spectacular. If my mom saw it, my dad would be in trouble. There were two large bedrooms off of the main suite area. Each had access to a rooftop terrace with a panoramic view of the River Thames, a working gas fire pit, and a separate dining area.The view was of historic London, and there was a wonderful view of the London Eye, the giant. "Melanie rolled her pretty brown eyes. "Give me the bad news first." The earliest we're gonna get out of here is tomorrow." I picked up my laptop bag and backpack. She pulled on the handle of her carry-on suitcase and rolled it along as we headed back to the main part of the concourse."Dammit!" she kindly refrained from using some of the many choice words I knew she wanted to blurt out. From what I remembered about Melanie, despite her appearance as a petite, well-mannered young woman, her. She looked up at me and there was a different look in her eyes.She said, "I’m sorry I didn't mean to get you excited."Now, my face was red from embarrassment. She smiled at me and told me not to be so afraid. I was frozen in place. I couldn't move to even pick up my shorts.She looked at me and asked, "Why are you shaking? You look so scared." I looked down staring at her nipples and I told her, ‘I’m sorry.’ I started to squirm and think of anything so my cock wouldn’t get hard. I felt. "Save the prostitute look for when we take her out later." I agree." the man behind me said as he placed his hands atop my shoulders and pushed me down into the chair, sliding his grip down over my smoothly shaven arms, and pulling my wrists behind my back... The sound of a ratcheting handcuff filled the room, and I felt the cold steel secure itself around my wrist.. and then the other.. he leaned over my shoulder and put his hands between my knees, spreading them wide open. I obeyed, and.