When I tried standing up the collar dug into the back of my neck.I could feel the spikes digging into the soft tissue at the nape of my neck. I could ...eel the warm wetness starting to stream down my back.I was bleeding! I started to realize my position and tried taking a step forward to stop the collar from stabbing me. My ankles were secured as well. To a spreader bar between my ankles.There was no way for me to move.I was stuck here like this.I was vulnerable.Then came the hands on my hips. The boobs of this hot bhabhi were literally poking out of that tee shirt. I was not having any bad intention till then. And the series of strange incidents started after that. I saw that bhabhi was leaning more and more and trying to show me her cleavage. She was also touching my feet with hers in between. But she never said a word from her mouth. Those sensual touches were fueling my sex desire and for the first time I had bad feeling about this hot bhabhi.I started to look at her huge tits. She appeared at around 8pm. She was wearing a black coat, black leggings and white trainers. She took off her coat, I was fixated on the tight black top which she had on underneath. She wasn't wearing a bra, this displayed her hot fat belly and big tits perfectly and her nipples were clearly visible. We sat on my couch and had a drink. After about 20 minutes, neither of us had mentioned Angie. Even though she was clearly in both of our thoughts. Then she mentioned her name so in a spur of the. I came up with a unique solution. I got a few slips of paper, maybe 2x2". I would write looking for m2m and my pager number and leave it tucked away in the restroom stalls and shower stalls. I figured it was a long shot but in less than a week I had a response. My pager buzzed and I recognized the number as that of the motel next door followed by the number 212. I assumed this was the callers room number and after an hour or so of hesitation I called it.The man on the other end of the phone.