"Watch!" she says.Your eyes are fixed on me. I feel a kind of chill run through my body. I shudder but I am not cold. Instead I can see the goose bump... on my skin. My nipples begin to stiffen. The skin between my legs contracts a little.I dare not move a muscle. I am scarcely breathing, just feeling. Feeling something almost electric climbing through my body.Now I realise! This is the start of an orgasm! Now I know why I am here!No words, no movements, no tongues or fingers, just the steady. It was harderthan you might expect to work out what was going on by sound alone. Then shefastened my wrists in the same way, only the rope was pulled tight over a branchabove me. I could feel some spring in the branch, but if I relaxed, I was stretchedout a lot still, and I suppose it at least meant that I wouldn't fall over. It was then that I really knew for sure, but I can't believe that I hadn'tguessed that I would pay a lot for my forgetfulness. Her tone and demeanourchanged once I was. A couple of them were really nice, but it was all to no avail. Ray was not really interested; he had lost his heart to Fran, and no one could replace her.It was the weekend after the second anniversary of her death. We felt he would be especially low at this time, so we invited him to come out with us for a drink. On reflection, perhaps we should not have gone to the pub where we had all originally met, but it was just one of so many places where memories of happy times together served merely. The dress tore revealing the corset beneath. He took his knife from the sheath on his hip and cut straight up through the stings that were holding her in. Her full, creamy breasts were exposed and heaving as she tried not to think about what would happen next. The man then took his knife and cut her skirt open revealing that she was wearing knee length knickers which he tore off. He turned her roughly to face the the carriage and ordered her to cross her arms above her head. He grabbed both her.