Amanda chuckles as she replies, “Gil, you are horrible. My girls are not like wolverines. Hmmmph! You are a meanie.” Laughing to myself, I tease ...manda, “You were not there, all I could to do was repeat, don’t let them smell your fear, don’t let them smell your fear, in my mind.” Amanda raises her head off my chest and looks at me, “I don’t believe you for a second, Gil,” she chuckles. “You are exaggerating and being silly. Now, get on with the story,” she adds, as she nestles herself back on. To make it short, i am guy from Chennai, presently working in call center and part time masseur. I can make ladies wild with my looks, athlete physique and top of all my magic hands over their body. To start with story, this happened few months back. I got a call from a lady asking massage (let her be called as “rekha” in this story). I called up her number and decided a place to meet. I prepared myself for the job again and was ready to rejuvenate the female. Generally the ladies i massage are. . perhaps simple karma. She found herself here, naked, cuffed at the wrists and ankles, gagged tightly and collared. The long line of men walked by her, occasionally slapping her ass or tits or slipping a finger in her pussy or anus. She'd found a place where she belonged, where she could be happy.She'd known many men. She knew they found her attractive, but she never had a relationship that satisfied her need to be wanted ... to be needed ... to be owned.She remembered the boredom that led her. Cynthia settled into an idyllic lifestyle, working with Robert making money, having sex with Robert, Rosalind and their mother, whose name was Pamela and getting fit. Within a few weeks Cyn had forgotten all about her old life, this one was far better.One day she received a text from her husband Patrick. He had things he wanted to discuss and was she willing to meet him? She invited him and Lucy, his secretary, to come and visit.Patrick would arrive two days later with Lucy. Cynthia was.