My breathing was quick and heavy as I sat on the bed.I sat in the middle of the bed and spread my legs to reach the ankle cuffs, which were attached t... the bed frame's legs by lengths of thin chain. I wrapped a cuff around my left ankle and closed the metal clasp. Lydia was right about the click: It was solid, final. I repeated the procedure on my right ankle. I moved my legs as far as I could ? about two inches. There's no going back now, I thought. I took the silky black scarf, placed it over. Suddenly she stopped, and he let out a disappointed whimper, and tried to thrust upwards back at her retreating mouth.O, we can’t have that can we?Before he knew it she was pulling a pair of hand restraints from under the bed. He was in shock, this was so unlike her. Before he could react she had each hand securely fastened to a bedpost. After checking that they wouldn’t come loose she sat down next to him on the bed started to kiss and nibble down his body. It was exquisite torture. Each touch. Her sweat were making her body even shinier. I can see her waist with the droplets of sweat those were sliding down to the saree. Where I was sitting in front of my chair there was a Amirah if you know that godrej company use to made that kind of products. In front of which mirror was placed. Through which I can see her and her every act.Then she removed her pallu and started rolling like a fan with her hand so that air directly hits her to the face. And I was looking at her cleavage. She saw. It's not like I sleep with lots of people, but I am quite vociferous when it comes to defending people for expressing their sexuality. She'd witnessed one of my rants on the subject before.As she rotated her glass in her fingers, I leaned in and whispered into her ear, "I think you'd look hot in a spreader bar." Katie!" she exclaimed, almost choking as her face rapidly transformed to the color of beetroot.Eventually, she peeked at me out of the corner of her eye with a mortified smile on her.