They hurt like hell, and this was only after the first 20! I tried to shake them off but couldn’t.“Rachel, I don’t think I can take any more.”...That was my first mistake, asking for mercy.She thought it was funny. “Oh really? I still have another 80 to go. We’re not done yet.”So slowly she proceeded to put them on, watching how I’d react. As I flinched, she smiled ever so slightly, and continued her task. It took about 30 minutes, but she managed to place all 100 of the clothespins on me. My. I took a spare key to the house with me. As soon as I left, I saw a young guy. He must be in his early 20s and was entering our society. He rang our flat’s doorbell.Mom opened the door. She was in a pink color suit and pyjami. She looked left and right and invited him inside. After a few minutes, I too got into my flat with the spare key.As I entered, I heard them both talking in my mom’s room. Mom was holding his hand and they both were sitting very close to each other on the bed.Stranger:. She felt him getting harder above his softballs. Jenny smiled.The intern was scared, but he didn’t want her to stop either. Nobody had touched him like this since his breakup with his girlfriend. Jenny moved her palm over his zip and unzipped him. But she couldn’t get in. She moved her hand over his belt buckle.“Can I?”He wouldn’t say no. He nodded but was still unable to digest the situation. Looking around, Jenny unbuckled his belt, and he helped her loosen the belt. ‘Handjob in a moving. As she unlocked the handcuffs, she pulled tight on the cords and my wrists were then securely tied also. I was very scared and began struggling against the bonds she had tied, but it was no use - they were very tight. She then placed a ball gag in mouth and fastened it with a leather strap. I was very terrified now. There I was: tied spread-eagled to the bed & gagged. I couldn't move or yell! I watched as she left the room and soon returned my a black nylon bag. From the bag she pulled out a.