Neither of us spoke to the other except through our eyes. Then one evening I was sitting at an office-type desk in an alcove off of the hallway using...a telephone that was there for the use of patients. It was one of those big desks that had what I guess you call a knee hole that ran under the desk from front to back. While I was using the phone, Edna sat down on a chair on the opposite side of the desk from me. I thought she was just waiting to use the phone when I finished my call. I thought. As Monica was drying my shrivelled up cock Isuddenly felt it being pushed into something cold and hard and I lookeddown to see they had locked me into a stainless steel chastity tube. Inmy corset stockings and shoes, they told me to fold my arms behind myback and tied my wrists and arms together, passing the ropes expertlyround my body above and below my 'breasts' and over my shoulders until Iwas trussed up in one of those Japanese bondage positions. I was laiddown on the bed, and my legs bent. She wasn't going to be able to hide and work this out on her own. She'd have to face her boss first.Struggling against his grip, she said, "I don't know, Mike. He ... he fits the description, the behavior, even how he picked me up. But ... I don't know. When we left the floor, he seemed more intent on my necklace," and my skin ... my lips, "then on getting me to sell drugs for him. It never came up. The drugs. He never mentioned them. I just don't know, Mike. Can you let go now please?" Shook. As his excitement began to get out of control the young girl tookhim into her mouth and sucked.It was when Michael came to get dressed that the damage to his boxershorts became evident, Maggie's only response was a cute smile and a"Oops, sorry" but that didn't help put his shorts back together. Goingcommando was not an option either, not because he didn't want to butbecause Maggie wouldn't allow it and the more Michael argued, the closerto tears his young girlfriend got. Eventually, rather than.