The bitch ran to the toilet and all my erection vanished as soon as I heard the he sounds of her loudly shitting. Uncultured, dirty whore. It seemed m... lund had cleared her constipation. I felt so dirty and disgusted with myself for having decided to fuck this dirty girl. After a few minutes there was a flushing sound and a minute later she came out. By this time I too had a strong urge to piss and I went into the loo. Would you believe it, even after the flushing, the bitch’s dark shit pieces. A short length of rope went around my waist and secured me to the chair.Some odd fingerless leather gloves were attached to my hands, with cords which raised my arms out sideways from my body. A single cord of leather attached to the back of each glove also held each fingertip straight out when she attached them to dowels at either side of the chair.On the table, She laid several items. A pair of scissors, some nail clippers, a wash cloth, a large sharp knife, some nipple clamps..She stood in. “Well, then maybe we can work something out. Maybe you can suck my cock and make me forget all about telling your father what a little slut you were here tonight,” he proposed.Barbara Jean gasped, “Mr. Johnson, I can’t do that!”“Oh, but I’d bet you can. Tell you what. Let’s get in the back seat of that car and you show me your oral skills. If you swallow every drop, I won’t tell your daddy a thing,” he said crassly.She couldn’t possibly disappoint her father, so she supposed the opportunity to. I felt a faint touch on my arms, felt them move under another's guidance, felt hands gentle on my wrists. Soft hands placed something over my eyes. My eyes opened but I could not see. I knew it must be a dream. Yet, I tried to move, only to find my arms bound above me to my bed."What? What's happening?" I cried out.A rough hand crushed my breast. I felt my flesh ooze between my captor's fingers as pain coursed through my body."The big titted slut's awake," a voice said. "Let's play with.