She was attached to the leather topped vertical St. John's cross by cuffs on her wrists and ankles. To further immobilize her, thick leather straps en...ircled her waist and her thighs. They had been cinched as tightly as they would go before they were buckled in place. Even worse was the wide leather strap buckled around her neck. She could turn her head slightly to the left or right though it was uncomfortable to do so. The leather collar choking her as well as abrading her skin. The only. .anyone besides them?” he was becoming more and more confident and bold.”yup..last year two of my college lecturers fucked me for one day.” I confessed. “how it happened?” he enquired more. “last year I was running low on attendance and when I went to them and requested them about it. First they denied but I insisted them continuously, finally I agreed to pay price and there I was in there room. They took turns to fuck me.As far as I remember I had 7 rounds in one day and both fucked me till. I wasn't into making friends, I was only into hating my body and stuff." Haley 's words seem to float in a surreal pattern as Mike listened to her while his fingers continued exploring her large breasts. Mike was trying very hard to comprehend what she was saying in hopes of staving off his inevitable orgasm that would put an end to his play for the day. Her words and their meanings seemed to ebb and flow in and out of his thought processes. Haley was saying, "Then one day Mr. Jenkins asked me. Oh yes, who was her lover? How long had it been going on? Where did they meet? If they only met on library board meeting nights it could mean her lover was on the board with her.I needed to check out a few things so I slipped out of bed and went down stairs and found her purse. This was where a woman kept all her things of value and a good place to start looking for clues. Checking her credit cards I found one in her maiden name, Mona Spencer. The card was on a bank we didn't deal with and I.