Again he pulled her sensitive bud in his mouth and suckled it slowly occasionally nipping at it. She was so close. She was riding at the edge of orgas... when he pulled back again. She arched her body in a vain attempt to continue to receive tongue action on her clit. He reached & gripped her wrist, pulling it from her breast and brought it between her thighs. He ordered: ‘Let me see you. Show me how you pleasure yourself, Chloe. Show me what you like. Then I’ll give you what we both need.’ Her. Will I be locked in it on my back with my ankles above my head? Standing and bent over at the waist? Maybe face down in the pillows with my arms secured to the headboard. I try to imagine all the ways in which I might be taken. I want to know. I stand now before him, trembling, waiting for him to decide my fate before he locks my ankles into the stainless steel stocks and puts me into some off-balance position for his taking. I used to think that the point of a spreader bar was to keep my legs. " Good. If you want, I can leave some small firewood pieces here in easy reach so you can keep this little fire going." No. I'd worry the wind might come up in the canyon, and it would get out of hand. I'll be fine. These wool blankets are good. They remind me of good woven blankets I had once, in the desert. You've done all you can for me, so you'd best douse that fire now, and get down to Jim's."It was five miles down to the forks and another five to the trailhead at the edge of Brightman's. He told me that when I was a little older I would be given the same kind of bangles for my wrists. The headmaster told me to think about the special program and if I would like to be in it. He said that I should go and talk to my teacher about it and she would answer any questions I had, and that I would need to decide in a few days whether or not I wanted to join. That afternoon I went to my teacher's house and we sat and talked over supper about the program and what was expected from the.