There was a noise from upstairs and the sound of the toilet flushing upstairs so waited for my wife to come back down, but she didn,t so decided to se... what she was doing and headed up my footsteps silent in bare feet. As I reached the top of the stairs I could see the door to our bedroom was open and heard a dresser drawer shut so headed that way, but then stopped just before entering at the scene reflected in the full length mirror at the side of our bed. Wife Sarah in only the clothes she. They did allow me to find my panties and, put them back on, before cuffing me again and loading me in the Jeep. Back at the bar I was slid around in the seat to face the boss cop before being helped out. There were a few words to remind me, one last hard slap and a little fondling of my thighs before this happened. I was then helped out, only to be turned and bent over the seat, for the cuffs to be taken off. Once they were gone, I composed myself, straightened up my twisted clothes (the best I. "Why, no, I haven't," Kathy was puzzled by the question. What could "playing pool" possibly have to do with the black leather and chrome torture chamber that lay before her. Although the lighting was almost as bad as at the Hood & Noose, she could see at least a dozen girls, some younger than herself, chained to the blood-spattered walls. In one corner a man was being whipped by three teens while two men took turns violating the bottom of a very attractive blonde who was tied across a. “Open up.”Fresh waves of pink spread through Kathleen’s cheeks and across her chest but she complied with the instructions. Marge reached between Kat’s legs and brushed a finger over one of Kathleen’s labia, brushing off a speck of dirt. Then she pulled a tiny twig off of the other one. She was amazed at how wet and juicy Kat was. Her sex was positively dripping and Marge had just arrived. Just being naked must arouse her, thought Marge.Finally, Marge plucked another twig out of Kathleen’s.