." I look up and start to struggle, but the dozen small pains in my bare backside quickly become 100 and he's holding my bound arms with a surprising ...mount of strength for a guy his age."Don't struggle. You're safe. I promise. You fainted and fell into the stickers. Your arm is bleeding and there might be more leeches on you. No! Take it easy. They won't kill you, but you can't just pull them off. Let me pull you up and we can get you dressed and cleaned up and I'll get the bloodsuckers off. More worrying was thefact that I appeared to be stark naked and that both arms and legs weretied to the bedstead by what looked like scarves.I could now also see the two women that I assumed were my captorsstanding alongside the bed, dressed as they had been earlier in the dayexcept that their gloves, scarves and handbags had disappeared.The older woman spoke."We could see how much you enjoyed our little show earlier thisafternoon. We thought you might enjoy it and we were right, weren't we?"I. I don't have a lot of spare money, but I would fuck him 'til he couldn't walk. That's how I would pay him back. Just sayin' so you know I am completely honest. But I wouldn't do that to you. My husband, on the other hand," she said looking at her watch, "if he isn't group fucking some whore right now, he will be within the next hour. All in the name of business." Actually, Adam and I have an open relationship. So if that is the way you really want to reward him, just go in there and tell him. You can see the kindness in my eyes at the same time my expression lets you know that you will comply. You feel yourself give in. You know you will always give in. My left hand works its way under your sweater – under your camisole until it’s on your soft flesh and now my right hand works its way up the inside of your left thigh and under your pleated skirt until it finds your soft, warm mound. No panties. ‘Good girl,’ I tell you. Your cunnie lips are hot and full and, as I part them with my.