She wasn't even really struggling, just frog-marching along with him. The weaselly guy was beween them and me with a knife showing."Hey!" I shouted. B...t at 1:30 in the morning in that section of town there wasn't anyone else on the streets to hear, and this wasn't a neighborhood where people would come help even if they heard. The weaselly guy hissed at me, "Beat it, buddy, this ain't your business." The girl started to struggle fitfully, but the big guy jerked at her. "Get outta here," he. I knew that I should try to fight, but I had been wanting this all day. He then tied my right arm to the opposite post of the bed so that both arms were stretched out and I could not touch him. This is usually where our playing stops, but tonight, he moved down the bed and tied my left and right ankle to the end posts on our bed. I was completely at his mercy...and I liked it! He stood at the end of the bed, between my spread legs and stared at my naked pussy like it was a fine piece of meat.. But i will not disobey him; i will do as he asks and take the risk. i really want to ask him why he feels the need to have another sub, but i can't seem to find the courage. I just don’t understand. And i am afraid of what his answer will be. i torment myself, while looking around for a suitable sub. i talk with a few friends, make a few inquiries, and find a woman who is 10 years younger than me, black hair, blue eyes, shapely, and submissive. Currently un-owned, she agrees to meet with us. We. I came to a stop outside an industrial unit, with the security light coming on highlighting the car. Sharon got out, leaving her car door open and took 2 steps till she was level with the end of the open car door. She turned round to face the car making eye contact with myself. Sharon then clutched the hem of her dress and pulled it up to her waist, revealing her pink cotton panties, holding the dress in place with her elbows. She then proceeded to squat and pull her panties down below her.