Your voice finally breaks the stillness... "Did I tell you you could move?" I shiver courses through me. "No, Sir" ...and with that one sentence, I r...alize that this is a "no-nonsense" side of him that I haven't experienced. "Don't move, and don't speak, unless I tell you that you can. Understood?," he says. "Yes, Sir," I reply, and I feel my blouse being unbuttoned, my un-protesting hands are at my side. Click! A handcuff clicks over one wrist. My arm is strongly forced behind me. Click!. On the second night we decided to eat in the hotel then go for drinks to the bar. We have had an adventurous sex life and my wife suggested that while we were away we should find someone to joins us in our room. Our luck was in as we were drinking in the bar she caught the eye of a guy who looked in his early 60's we were both 38. She pointed him out to me and he was eyeing her up so she went to the bar to order drinks but really to talk to the guy. she came back with drinks and a guy who sat. She was adjusting the camera to focus on the office background, when the door swung open behind her. She turned around and gasped.The man standing behind her was perfection. He had an appealingly craggy face, and his thick dark hair was swept back from his forehead. His eyes were a captivating shade of blue. His body, all six feet plus of it, was trim. He wore a pair of khaki trousers and a blue shirt, with a burgundy tie. He was carrying a briefcase."Hi," he said to Bree, who was standing. Deborah Martins was what VBE called an "Interview Specialist" and if I didn't make it past her, I wouldn't have anywhere else to go but home. She looked innocent enough, with her girl-next-door good looks and easy smile. The horn rimmed reading glasses perched on her nose gave the woman an air of intelligence, not danger, and I'd always been a little too confident for my own good anyway.Now she had me face down on a stained mattress stinking of female sweat and cum. How many young women had.