“You have great hands…” she sighed dreamily.“I did some training a few years back to help my wife with her back pain… you know, before she w...nt to be with The Lord,” he said quietly, almost sadly. But it seemed no matter what Will said in that deep, syrupy voice; it sounded sexy… no, not sexy - sexual.I set their two drinks down on the vanity with a loud clank. Heather’s eyes snapped open, looking directly at me.“Hey, why don’t you hop in the shower and join us? Will was telling me about the. Our plans was to visit some of the city’s most demanding sights/tours such as the Anne Frank house, Van Gogh museum and the famous River cruise. It was in the spring of 2018, we touched down in Amsterdam at approximately 8pm, and went straight to our hotel, a hotel which I paid a little more for as it was in Amsterdam’s most notorious areas – the red light district. As we get out the taxi, the street is flooded with darkness, as I notice one of the street lights seem to have blown. As we are. “Okay boys,” as she stood up in front of them. “Is that what you wanted?” She smiled as she did a twirl in front of them.“That’s a right slut we have here!” Raj exclaimed, almost to himself. “Fucking perfect!”“Fucking right!” Sanjit smiled as he came out of his office. Laura gave them a smile. “I’m glad you like my legs!” She grinned. “But what else do you like about me?” Laura sat back down and pouted at them before deliberately crossed one thigh over the other teasing the older men.Suddenly. One morning she found herself tied tightly, bound in one of the many positions that her immature fantasies had anticipated would be used for fucking, for pain, or for humiliation. But she was to be used for none of those things. She was still my sleek little lab rat, and now I went to work with new tools. I used an industrial strength vibrator on her sensitive little clit until she was begging to cum. I denied her, and denied her, and denied her, the entire time pressing the buzzing tool.