C'mon, honey -- you said Kenny wanted you to loosen up a little. What better way to do just that???" I could never... " Trish husked, her cunt still p...onged by Roger's exploring finger. The juices ran like piss down her pussy tunnel, leaking down the insides of her thighs.She could hear the squish as his finger pushed gently but determinedly into the wetness of her snatch, and she gasped again with each thrust. His hand cupped her cunt, and there was a constant pressure against the swollen node. Inside, she carries it to her room and takes out a lovely emerald green dress, shoes and plain green bra and undies. She puts them away so they will be ready when she needs to dress at three p.m.Emma hurries to her meetings for the day, during all of them she feels the jerk of the clasps over and over, her nipples and clit are staying hard as little pebbles throughout this.Around one p.m. she starts to feel a tense from the pressure and almost messages Donald the ‘please stop’ message. But. I could live fer more than a year on that kind of money, soz I could go back ta Alice Jones with a clear conscience. The trouble was that I was bound ta git bored afore too long.The next day, I had a hunch ta hang around town. Well, my first hunch had really paid off handsomely, so I wasn't gonna argue with this one. All I accomplished this day was ta enjoy some poker an' two cool beers, but I didn't press my luck by leavin' town. Ah, the next day was the one what made the hunch pay off!I was. Setting it into the van and reaching in, he pulled out the leather cuffs and collar I brought, and a coil of rope. 'Turn around' he said, and I did slowly. Knowing what was next, he placed the cuffs on my wrists, strapping them securely in place, pulled them behind me, and with a 'click' he used something to fasten them together. 'That lock should keep you secured just fine, Stacey'. I tested my bonds, and I had almost no slack. I was trapped. Next came the collar, sliding around my neck, and.