Harmony was always the first one to be up cooking before anyone else was ever up. She set the table with six plates, including one for herself. She pa...sed and grabbed another plate. She was still in her pajamas, which consisted of only a small tank top and panties, even after up cooking food all morning. She had her brunette hair pulled back into a pony tale, so that she wouldn't get any of her hair into the food as she adjusted her glasses on her face. To be blunt, she was sort of the goody. She had been fucked, sucked, gang-raped, abused you name it. She went to get up off the foreign, smelly bed but was unable to move. She had been hog-tied, so there was no escape from this nightmare. It was light but she had no idea what time it was. Voices and footsteps was all she had to tell her that people were up and about. A LOT of voices. Much more than she remembered from the nightmare that was last night. Loud country music started up. People yahooing and giggling made her realise that. She was wearing a bright red Basque trimmed with black, the straps holding up a pair of fishnet stockings over which she had on a pair of matching silk bloomers. The waist and leg openings had black silk bows sown into them rather than the usual elastic. "Sorry Miss" she said, "I was getting dressed for you and worry about being disturbed." In the living room she had the drapes drawn in preparation for my visit, so the room was in partial darkness except for the light given off by the fire.. I knew from past experience that she was ticklish, so I carefully rubbed her left foot to warm it up.Kelley's feet were long and narrow. Her toenails were manicured, with clear polish covering them. She closed her eyes, refusing to let the attention I was giving her feet tickle her.After warming her left feet, I used my thumb to rub the sides and bottom of her foot from heel to toe.Her eyes were still closed and there was a contented look on her face when I began the same process with her right.