Ling saw the cook slice and dice a man, and then saw Straba smack another hard in the face with the frying pan before bringing the axe up hard between...his legs. He writhed on the ground for a while. August wondered if his tackle was still attached or steadily falling down his trousers, from the blood, he suspected it might be the latter. The cook and his helper attacked another, as a carving knife opened his stomach, a pan crashed in the cranium at the back. Ling ducked and swung a knife up and. She felt the blush return to her face, and a nearly inaudible moan escaped from between her lips. Peter chuckled, as he heard the moan, and looking at his victim, noticed her eyes were tightly shut, almost as if trying to prevent his view, by closing her own eyes. He moved quickly to the opposite end of the table, and pulling first her right wrist, secured the length of one of the remaining ropes to the ring in her right wrist cuff, threaded the other end through the ring embedded in that. She had done well though, two promotions inside a year and a shiny new 3 series BMW convertible parked outside.“It’ll all be worth it in the end though, won’t it? You’ve done so well since you started this job.“I don’t want to talk about work; this weekend is for partying. You and me are gonna have such a laugh. Mum phoned me and said I was to lookout for you and not let you get in trouble, whatever that means. I guess she means I should make sure you don’t get pissed and shag some random bloke. Mostly (I hope) because of the newness of the piercings.One strange thing was the accoutrements seemed to enhance Kelli's enjoyment of sex. At least that is MY assumption (hers seems different) because I don't believe I am that good at sex. Minor experience that I have I cannot imagine others with more experience do it better. Kelli says experience might matter but that actually caring that the other person enjoys it is more important. She claims I am very good, maybe the best she has ever.