"Yessssss"She asked for water and I gave her some and a towel to clean her cum dripping butt.I tied her to a pole in the lounge.And went to sleep.When...I awoke later.She was also sleeping.Sitting tied to the pole head resting against it.I gave her something to eat and drink.Starving myself.Watched her while she went to the toilet.Urine streaming out of her pussy.She was forewarned."Stacey we gong to have some real fun.You and I and the boys!"She looked at me quizically when I said the. "As she thought of Richard, of his bright, warm eyes and his friendly, open smile, Monique fought a pang of grief. Richard Hunter hadn't been a famous fashion designer like Guccio Gucci, Gianni Versace, or Gabriel Scarvelli. He hadn't been a celebrity - of fashion or anything else. He'd been only a loving man of some means who'd loved Monique with all his heart, all his soul, all his mind, and all his strength. He'd also been the most generous man she'd ever known. When she'd confided in him. Rosie's clenched fists swiped ineffectively at the air. "Matthew no, please...not here," she protested between long volleys of lip and tongue action, though her body was telling a different story, moulding back into his almost of its own accord.Rosie couldn't prevent her hands unclenching and moving to Matthew's shoulders as the pair pressed together tightly. She squealed in a mix of surprise and delight as, letting her away from the wall, he took a firm hold on each buttock, kneading manfully.. The important thing is that they should have discovered a love for pain, as your young lady has, and be willing to submit to really expert torturers before an appreciative audience. Contact me on this number. And meanwhile look after her well. She is a valuable property.” “Thank you. And perhaps you can tell me: is there a dress-shop near here? A shop that sells, you know, special party dresses?” “You mean, corsets? Bondage outfits?” “That sort of thing.” “Just three doors up on the right..