Carol took a moment to feel how exactly she was bound. Her ankle was chained to a ring in the floor; her left wrist was bolted to a ring set with no s...ack to the top of the table Her right wrist was also bolted to the table, but there was enough slack for her to write with the pencil in between her fingers. Also, there was a stiff leather collar around her neck that was anchored to something, causing her to sit upright to be able to breathe. That in itself was not too uncomfortable,. Ready to get fucked. And I like it rough.I go out, and head to the bar we were meeting at. I walk in, and there he was. He looked even hotter in real life. Very sexy and fuckable. He smiles at me, and I can tell he was horny as fuck too. The sexual tension was insane. He asked me what I liked to drink, and I said I just wanted some shots. He was surprised but interested. He got me some shots and we started drinking and talking. Eventually he started touching my thigh, and moved it up my skirt,. "Oh, please call me William. 'Lord Bardolf' and 'Sir' are just too stuffy. I promised you tea, so let's go to the parlour." He heads out of the room."Call me 'John'. 'Mr. Doe' sometimes sounds like I'm a school teacher."You both chuckle.As you walk through the house, you see paintings and sculptures conservatively worth several million pounds.In the parlour, you sit across from William, and he rings a small bell. A butler, a man about the same age as Lord Bardolf, walks out with a tea. I know you like to dance. Can't have a party without thefavours, right?"He was already pulling wraps out of his pocket. At the sight of them shealmost caved. There was something so ironically pure in that littlebindle of powder, and she needed a bump so bad.Simone was in her head, her mum was in her head. She wanted her dad to bethere too, but he was gone. She delved deeper and found something else: Astubborn, hard core, galvanised by years of struggle. She found the powerin that and backed up.