? the other replied. I gasped as I felt fingers grasp a nipple and begin to twist and squeeze it roughly, sending a weird mix of pain and pleasure fl...oding through me. The fingers moved to my other nipple and gave it the same treatment before I felt a sharp pinch on the first one accompanied by a rush of sensation. I moaned and struggled against my bonds as the men laughed again. ?You like the clothespins, huh slut?? one of them asked as he applied one to my other nipple, ?Just wait til. I slipped that finger under the edge and again traced the outline. She subtly shifted herself towards me in an attempt to get my fingers closer. I lazily traced my finger on the outside of the panties, avoiding the most sensitive of spots. She craned her neck and looked up into my eyes. I slyly winked and mouthed, “bad girl.”With that I slowly brought my finger over her panty clad mound. She was on fire and her panties were soaked. I rubbed the wet spot at first with a light touch and then. The area was covered in Black and purple pillows along with several larl furs and blankets. The pillows seem to span a good ten feet leading to the back wall where two large wooden levers extruded from the wall. To the left of his table sits the money chest. Even from the door I could see it chained to the floor. Just to the Tavern keepers right or my left was a large staircase going up to the second level. Each riser is easily one ah-il wide and made for very easy footing. Under the stairs. Still, it was a dirty, go- nowhere kind of job. At 22, working as a maid wasn’t my big thrill in life. I sometimes had to do emergency calls — people would have a party in their room and make a mess that needed to be cleaned up, or someone would need extra towels – literally, all kinds of problems arose. I got a really dumb emergency call one night. Room 471 needed towels. Ha, I thought, I bet they did. I grabbed the fresh linen cart and began wheeling it toward the elevator,.