I fastened leather cuffs on her wrists, looped a rope through the D rings, threaded it through a ring in the ceiling, and tied it off on the far wall.... She was all mine. I attached a heavy spreader bar between her legs, ran my hands up her calves, over her knees, her adorable thighs, and then jammed three fingers into her cunt. With my thumb, I went hunting for her clitoris, not much caring how long it took."You're already wet."I kept shoving my fingers into and out of her cunt, thumbing her. ‘Just long enough to get the name of the Good Witch.’ I took my tray over to their table and gave everyone what they ordered. The music was already playing and a slow number had just started. ‘Would you do the honor of dancing with me?’ I asked the Good Witch. ‘We don’t dance with the hired help,’ said the Tin Man. ‘Shouldn’t you be working?’ At first I ignored him and put my attention where it belonged looking at the good witch. I think he even pissed off his friends. ‘I don’t remember anyone. How was he going to help this woman if he couldn't even talk to her. Despite his months in Britannia, he had not learned much of the language or their customs. Through the fog of a partial concussion, he finally recalled the word "friend". He also had another thought and pulled something from a bag tied to his waist. It was several green leaves with berries in the middle. It would be called Holly in later years. To his people it meant peace, a time to forgive past grievances and a symbol to lay. She pictured Brett lying on his bed flipping through the glossy pages. His free hand would glide over his hairless chest, down his rippled abs to pause just above his groin. Would the pictures make him hard? Or would he need a little more encouragement? How would he begin? Would he pull at his heavy sac, gently kneading his overheated balls? Maybe he’d rub a fingertip against the flaccid flesh of his cock, making it swell up, quickly doubling and tripling in size?Tiffany had no idea how big.