That's part of it."While they stared at each other silently, just looking, their faces unreadable, the rest of us sat, Kathy's eyes wide with fear, Ha...nah looking confused. I felt dismal.Then Chloe answered, speaking slowly, clipping each word. "There's no fucking way I'm committing to you."Renee sat back with a smug look. "Then you can't really sit here."And they stared. And we sat, waiting for something to explode."Fuck you." Chloe said. But she got up. She gave the rest of us a look, waiting. She started discussing her friends, family, and other related stuff with me.So one day I asked her whether she has a boyfriend. She said she had one but she left him as he just kissed her once and never got her satisfied. I thought I should talk but maybe this is not the right time and moved on. Days passed by and one fine day she was in the mood of masti. But I was a bit disturbed. She consoled me a bit and also laughed at the situation. (This was all going on WhatsApp). So I just sent her a. "On your knees!" she commanded and removed a pair of handcuffs from the desk draw, not wanting to dig myself a deeper hole I acquiesced, with my hands firmly shackled she put me in leg irons with a spreader bar, then leading me over to a huge mahogany chest of draws she lay me over and attached my hands to its feet while continuing to do the same with my legs.I lay totally immobilized while she walked around admiring her handy work, reaching around she squeezed my balls tightly, "You cannot be. Sam hadn't had to use the toilet all that much inthe last twenty four hours so he hadn't thought about it. But now hedid think and he cursed himself for his stupidity. Mustering up everyounce of willpower that he had, Sam tried to drag his body across thefloor of the cage in what he hoped was the direction of the toiletbowl. His progress was painfully slow but it was progress and, inch byinch, he crept closer and closer to his goal. He did have to rest justafter the half way point but after a.