His finger caressed inside memoving in deep and then almost out while his tongue workedmy clit. I was panting heavily and practically drippingdown bel...w. I could feel myself on the verge of orgasm. Itwas building quickly. Heat was searing towards my slit.Right then he tugged gently on my little bundle of nervesand I quivered and as wave of spasms tightened around hisfinger. I came with the hardest orgasm I have ever had. Itjust kept flowing for what seemed like minutes. He kepthis finger inside. He grabbed one of the dining room chairs, putting it in the middle of the room. He grabbed the end of the rope and pulled it until she complied, moving her to the chair. “Bend over the chair.” He pulled the rope to the bottom of the chair as she did as he ordered.Her short skirt rode up until her panties weren’t even covered by it, her head bowed over subserviently, Michael tying the rope to the bottom rung of the chair. The back of the chair was across her hips and middle, her feet no longer. " After all the debts were paid there wasn't much left and my mom didn't have any special skills. No one in either her or dad's family had ever gone to college or even learned any trade besides farming. Mom got jobs and did OK. She was a hard worker and tried to do as good a job as she could at anything she did. We never had a lot of money but we weren't dirt poor or anything. We got by. It wasn't easy but we came up with enough money to pay for my two years at a community college. Both she and. That thought made me crawl out of bed, and check the doors and windows to see that they were barred. The windows faced the bay and had wooden slats that opened, they were far enough away that I figured that I would be safe in bed. Besides the cool breeze that flowed through the slats felt wonderful.Tara looked so young sleeping like that. She was a slave and probably born to serve. The poor child most likely never knew anything different. I wonder how Chandra was doing with hers?Not a good.