After a few moments she lifted me up and told me to get undressed. I jumped up and started to disrobe down to only my pantyhose as she told me to do....She lead me down the hall to the guest bedroom. I was not ready for what was next. The door flew open and there in the middle of the room was a post with hand cuffs attached. A quick look around the room exposed a deeper side of her. This was a fuckin dungeon. She lead me over to the post and cuffed my almost naked ass up to it and tied a silky. After wearing suits, ties, oreven jeans, this was extremely light. I felt completely naked. Afeeling that wasn't helped when I noticed the light from the windowbehind me. I could see straight through the dress and to a silhouetteof the shape within. It was like getting ready to go out naked. Ornearly so. But there was an incredible freedom in that too. Nothingconstrained the legs. They just moved freely with no fabric at all torub as I moved. I felt envious of the freedom women had. . She looked down at Clive and said, "Shall I finish you off with my feet?" Oh yes please that's my second favourite fetish."Abby moved both her feet around his cock and began to wank him with her pink, soft toes; her toe nails had black nail varnish on them. He really enjoyed the feeling as her feet moved up and down his cock; the hard skin of her feet rubbed his foreskin nicely, her toes caressed its purple head; he was in fetish heaven."You're lucky I'm not wearing my black boots with all. ”“What is it, Davenport?”“Bounty hunter bringing in some dead meat, sir.”“Damn ghouls, I hate bounty killers. Alright, Harry, let’s see what he’s got.”As they stepped out of the office onto the boardwalk, the smell of dead and rotting flesh rose from a buckboard parked in front of his office. A young man, early to mid 20’s, stood at the front of the horse team hitched to the wagon. “Afternoon Sheriff. I need you to write up a receipt on these 6. I know there are posters on 2 of them. The other.