I was anxious and jittery. She cuddled up into my chest. At that precise moment, Natasha stormed out of Randy’s room grabbed her purse and put ...er shoes on. She looks right at me and then scowled. I looked at her confused as she trotted up to me. She grabbed Ashley by her arm and dragged her to her feet. I protested to the best of my ability as Natasha pulled Ashley out of the house grabbing her things too. Ashley struggled to even say goodbye as she was pulled out of the apartment. She. She eventually went limp and just hung unmoving from her arms.Trevor and Alan backed away and looked at each other in amazement.“I’ve seen some pretty intense orgasms but nothing like that,” said Trevor. Alan just nodded and said, “Thank god we recorded that. I could jerk off to that performance for the next ten years and never get bored.Alan undid the rope that was holding her up and let her collapse onto the floor with her hands still firmly tied in front of her. She curled up and put her. It was barely a couple of days since I had ‘royally screwed’ BOTH of his daughters …. I thought ‘Here we go … I’m in the shit now!’“Hello mate – you got a minute”? …. Well – THAT didn’t sound like I was in as much trouble as I thought! “Yeah sure – what’s up”? “… got a problem … we’re due to go out to her ‘works do’ this evening, and my Mum was going to baby-sit …. but she’s not feeling well, and can’t make it … any chance YOU could look after the girls for a few hours while we’re out”?Oh My. Abby remained silent. Until recently, Abby’s idols, her pantheon of remarkable women, were those who had achieved great commercial success, who had crashed through glass ceilings and institutional sexism by outmuscling and outthinking their male counterparts. They weren’t women who allowed themselves to be trussed up, manhandled, and brought to gibbering orgasms. While these last few weeks and answering Damian’s challenges were remarkable for her, she laboured under the seemingly irreconcilable.