He got in bed and just lay there grunting.In a last ditch bid to get him interested, I slipped out of my knickers and slipped into some silky French K...ickers. I put on a matching pyjama top, leaving all the buttons undone. I stood at his side of the bed, hands on my hips and asked if he wanted an aspirin. No, just sleep.I climbed into bed. Our bedside lamps were on, so I reached over him, my tits brushing against his chest, and turned his off. I lay down and, reaching round his front, my. I had to be helped to the chair. The combination of the boots and the corset made it difficult to walk. The chair was high and when I sat down I noticed that my feet were just off the ground. Thomas positioned my arms on the rests. He then locked wrist down with a leather cuff. He then locked each cuff with a brass padlock. He repeated this for my ankles. He then adjusted the back of the chair. I had failed to notice that the back also could be moved back and forth. He brought it close and it. "What the hell are you doing in that car Kellie?" I get outand give Necy a big hug like I haven't seen her in years."Oh I missed you Necy. This is my friend Stephen he is a riot you will lovehim."Stephen gets out of the passenger seat and walks over to us in front of thecar. "So you must be Stephen, well Kellie sure told us about you and youseem pretty normal but you're not thinking of stealing our Kellie away fromus with all your money and your sports car?" Oh no Miss Necy I love Kellie you. Only ominous silence. Suddenly the banging noise upon the door was repeated- only this time it was more like a small explosion. Ariel’s voice froze in her throat and her panic choked her. She heard the bolt slide back and the doors shuddered open to reveal her Ex-Fiancée standing on the landing. His broad, muscular chest was heaving and he was bleeding from a jagged cut on his arm. Where he was usually well-put together and elegant, he looked wild and crazy. He was almost disturbingly.