As Ashley looked around the room, she could see Sam tied to the bed in a very similar position to the way she had been tied earlier. She was also blin...folded and wearing headphones. As Ashley was looking around, Hoby removed the carabineers that held her wrists and ankles. “Pet, I want you to climb up onto the bed with Sam. Straddle her so that you are in a 69 position with her but you are not allowed to touch her.” Ashley did as she was told. Once she was in place master used straps and thigh. What she didn’t see, is the faint green light coming from under the table when the cuff was closed, light that switched off each time she reopened the cuff.She also tried the other ones, closing and reopening each one in turns, even the big ones in the middle of the table. She began to wonder if they would fit her size, but she instantly fought this thought. What was she thinking! She had to move on, try to find John, or the club, or anything else than staying in this strange place. But instead. This time, with her finger thrust deep inside her box, the feeling was more than sexual. It was sensual. Slowly, she moved her finger in and out. She could feel the insides of her flexible partition follow the contour of her finger, like she was gripping a hard cock. Except this time, it was her finger, which gave her more of an erotic sensation that flowed through her whole being. She found a rhythm that she liked and kept fingering. Suddenly, as she did, she hit a spot that sent tingles all. .. broken ... empty of any more compassion. Instead, only the white hot rage was left. The rage of being there for her over and over and over again only to find she'd never really been there for me. I couldn't deny it any longer. This was real. She'd fucked me over and nothing she or I would ever be able to say could change that.The sky through the taxi window was blurry but whether it was due to the rain or my tears was anyone's guess. I had made a life for Amber. I had given my life for her..