”“How do you know that no one got hurt?” Phil asked. “You paint all these guys with the same brush. They wanted it. They didn’t care. They l...ked it. Maybe they did care but knew the cost of saying something.”“Yeah, no repeat performance,” Tiffany said, gaining a bit of her bravado back. “Most of those guys looked forward to the prospect of having it happen again. Don’t be naïve.”“Most of them,” Phil said. “Others might have had genuine feelings. Let me ask you something: Would you do the same?. A leather sleeve a couple of feet in length fitted withnumerous buckles and straps, an armbinder used to immobilise a slave'sarms completely behind their back."Oh no!" you gasp as you realise what is about to be done to you."Oh, but yes," Sarah chuckles as she moves behind you once more.The leather sleeve is pulled up over your handcuffed arms despite thepointless wriggling and protests you make. Two straps go over yourshoulders to stop the armbinder being pulled down and then Saracarefully. "I know you must think of me as a masher but I want you badly."Her answer was to take my hand and lead me to her bedroom. I left my tool belt on the kitchen table as we left. In her bedroom, I took off her robe to feast my eyes on not only her flesh but also her mature underwear. She had a shy look of innocence on her face as I spun her around but she heated up as we kissed again and now she was unbuttoning my shirt. Next, she put her hand on my erection as I pulled my shirt off my arms. I. Twin lines of brown-skinned, moon-faced, stocky little men dressed in army uniforms stood at attention at either side of the entrance steps. Each wore a white cummerbund around his waist and white gloves on his hands. A tall, imposing, heavily bearded figure also in uniform and wearing a khaki turban stood at the top of the steps, and as the car stopped, he barked an order. Four of the soldiers ran to open the doors and saluted the passengers. Introducing himself in chant-like, heavily accented.