A shiver went down my spine, there were two handcuffs hanging from the roof.They pulled my hands upwards and locked it down in handcuffs. I was still ...hivering in terror. I have heard about captivity sex but never thought I will experience it myself. They all got nude and two came to me, one in my pussy and one in my ass, the rest of them surrounded us.One guy was standing with a video camera with his face towards me. I meekly said, no shooting, please. He said that they were recording it with. She imagined what it looked like with his hard small cock inside her. She tried to visualize exactly how it looked each time her vertical lips wrapped around his little hardness as he pushed inside her wet orifice. Yes, she knew that it would sound stupid to imagine such a thing to some people, but to her, it made her even more horny to try and see just how the insides of her vagina looked as they enveloped his small hardness. In any case, she had reserved herself to know that it looked as good. I even looked forward to getting my weekly clothing catalogue from Carmel. We would sit together, sometimes with anther working girl named Charlotte, and we would select sexy fetish clothing from the catalogue and then it would be ordered in for us. Carmel and I also managed to get together for the occasional hot transbian sex session which I enjoyed a great deal.It was different making love with another transvestite than it was with the punters. Most of the punters were rough and only. And so I dozed off to sleep, feeling more content than I had ever been. Funnily enough, I didn’t dream that night, it always puzzled me as to why. Many years later I would find out the answer. Sometime during the evening I stirred. The bed suddenly felt a lot colder. I looked to where my bedside clock was and instantly panicked when I didn’t see it. The setting and furniture was unfamiliar. Was it my imagination? I heard the cistern flush and realised I was at Ali’s house. It wasn’t my mind.