The sound of his laughter echoed throughthe room. How he loved to see her in such a state, torn between pleasure andpain, and completly powerless to d... anything about it. She gasped as he twistedthe clamps slightly, her back arching off the bed in reaction. His fingers lefther nipples and slid down the soft curves of her body, one finger dippingbetween her thighs to test just how excited she was getting. He let it restthere for a moment between the damp silky folds of flesh, withdrawing it. "How far until we reach where my friend who was brought in with me is being held?" Nathan asked Max as they walked.They had so far gone down countless floors. He had no idea on what floor he started on, just that they started going down."Not much further. Once we get pass the last floor we'll reach the final area," said Max.They reached one floor and when Nathan looked into it he saw a huge room off into the distance that was open. It had work tables in it and what looked to be a throne chair. Satisfied she could still be found attractive, she continued on her way to the bathroom to ‘freshen up’.She brought her bathrobe with her as she exit the bathroom, but after taking one more admiring look into the mirror, she threw the robe on her bed and, still naked but for her shoes, went for breakfast. Over her toast and coffee, she relished in the fact that she was nude. She wished she could be this way more often, and was willing to be, but she had the idea that her spinster boss, not to. "All that's missing are the lame traps and the brainless muscle guarding the thick wooden door." Keep your sense pealed; just because this is clichéd doesn't mean it won't work." Despite his own words, he walked sure-footed and calmly, almost carelessly, down the corridor, looking like he had every right to be there. I snorted and followed.The floor sloped down at an easy angle as we walked, the tunnel continuing to run ruler-straight for about three hundred feet before splitting off to the.