“I…don’t care what you do. Just kill me. I swear, if you don’t…first chance I get…I’m ending it all.” She said, clearly in a lot of pa...n.“Well, that is a disappointment. You have more of a spine than most whores. In that case, let me introduce you to another tool we have. Gravshackles. I’m sure you’ve noticed you can’t move. I just need to add one more. “He took one more silver metal ring and attached it around her waist so that it was completely around her. Once he was done, he pressed a small. Mike came up behind me and reached around my waist, then put his hand down my boxers and found my cock. His hand fondled me, then reached around and squeezed me. My body responded by throbbing my cock; I could feel it getting hard in Mike's hand. I could also feel the lump growing that was pressing against my ass. "You must like what you feel" I said. "I can feel your cock through your pants." Mike replied, "I can tell that you like getting stroked, you're big and hard." "Sure do" I. She then *informed* me (she didn't ask) that she was gonna take me to dinner then "have me for desert" tonight. By now, her thigh was between my legs and she was rubbing me through my clothing. Weak-knee'd and breathing heavily, I nodded yes. She put a fingertip on my lips and advised me to "get lots of fluids, I was gonna need them." She then left, leaving me panting. Holy cats, she still can make me wet and she knows it.Yes, I knew I was being used, but frankly, I didn't care.I was worthless. To that I said “No, No – payment is not a concern, we need to be careful handling her and we should not treat her like any other ordinary sluts”. They said, from there speaker phone, you don’t worry my friend we will give her the ultimate fun of her life time. I was a bit relaxed after hearing these words and so also my wife. Friday Night, the moment finally came. She was getting ready for the occasion.I instructed her to use red lipstick and wear sexy reveling pink Saree. So that she will.