Two soft leather straps dangled from the back of the sheath at the top and bottom, passing through metal grommets. A loop in the center was obviously ...or securing the sheath to a belt, but the other straps perplexed her. Knowing exactly what Alicia was thinking while twirling one of the straps between her fingers, Gwen said, “Let me show you.” Alicia gasped in surprise when the Baroness hiked up her skirt, and then let out a little laugh when the action revealed the purpose of the straps. Gwen. You spend all night fucking some ass hole junk dealer and you think you’re gonna tell me to get off of you?’ I could see it all over his face. He looked wild, crazy, like the angry rock god about to strike me dead. I had really done it this time. With one hand he held tight to my wrists while he used his other hand to reach under the sweatshirt. ‘You’re wearing a bra. There’s a fucking shock. Bad news for you, though.’ What the hell did he mean by that? With his free hand he moved quickly to. Finally she climaxed and let loose with a sound of primal intensity. ?You really do enjoy bondage sex?, remarked the stranger.Then the stranger dropped a bombshell. Mary Beth’s estranged husband, Paul, was not about to be ruined financially by the pending divorce. It had been arranged for Mary Beth to be sold to two lesbian slavers, and shipped somewhere south of the border.The two slavers would arrive in about sixty minutes. Mary Beth would be transported by van to a holding facility, from. She still wondered if they had been the clue. Because Big Willie had known. It still mystified her. She had felt daring and decided to run out to buy a swinger's magazine. Although she didn't have the nerve to answer any of them, she enjoyed wanking off to them. After making the wrong turn, she spotted a liquor store and pulled in. The store was three doors down from The Bar. She bumped into Big Willie on the way out, knocking the trashy swinger's magazine from her hand. She felt like crawling.