..˝, Before Lily could process his words, he resumed: ˝I smelled your wetness. You're dripping, too.˝ He smirked, after surprising a shell-shocked ...ily...Lily looked around in confusion, and then brought her head down, looking at her panties, and the floor. She was indeed dripping slightly, and she could smell her scent. Ashamed and caught, the young girl just blushed, gaining redness in her cheeks. She did fantasize about being taken and broken by Jake, but to be found out like this was. His eyes travel in a leisurely fashion from her feet, strapped to a wooden spreader, up her splayed thighs, to her pussy, where the cheap rough sisal rope between her legs and attached to her bound wrists pulls taut as her hands strain for the chain around her neck, making a purple-red gash of her swelling, abraded labia; her face is the color of port wine, foamy spittle drizzles from the corner of her mouth, eyes bulge. He watches her buck and twitch, kick and twist, overturned metal folding. “Come on, baby, let’s go upstairs,” I whisper to her. I lick her ear and down her neck. I squeeze her right breast once more before moving my hand around and down to give her ass a quick slap. At this, I pull away.“Let’s go, baby. I want to feel more of you.”“Baby I’m loving this. I want more.”“I know, I want more of you.”She takes the lead and I follow her through the hall and out of her apartment. I am fixated on the movement of her ass as she walks, the tight fabric holding her tight while. One…two....three"Becca opened her eyes and sat up looking around. What had happened? Did she fall asleep in her bosses office? She felt rested and Mr. Hardin seemed not to think anything was wrong."Thank you for giving me your update Becca but I believe you have other things to do now." He said as he escorted her to the door.Becca walked up to Sandy's desk and she heard herself ask if she could have the razor and shaving cream. What the hell am I doing she wondered as Sandy handed her a.