CRAP! I was still a virgin 17 year old – almost 18 by Tess's standards. She was still a naked capital W Woman. I was still hooked, like a fish gaspi...g for air. Only it wasn't air I was gasping for. As broken as she was, she was still gorgeous. And I still liked her. OK. I loved her. Or at least I loved the Woman that she used to be. Not that it would do me any good.I made a slurry out of stuff on the hospital's ok-to-eat list, in the food processor. Yuck. It was mostly green and looked like. I pulled on some shorts and a tank top and jumped in my car for the short ride to the beach. There was plenty of parking since it was a weekday afternoon. As I walked toward the surf, I became self-conscious about shedding my shorts and tank top, effectively stripping naked on a public beach, but not many people were around and from a distance the see-through fabric actually looked solid. Only within a few feet would it be obvious that it provided no coverage at all. It was exhilarating to. .my wife had known her for a couple of years. We both knew she liked to fuck, and it didn’t have to involve a cock. We’d been married about a year at the time and had just moved to a much bigger house than we’d ever need. The owners had converted a two car garage into a master suite and den area, and enclosed the breezeway between it and the house. That meant the three guest bedrooms were separate from the master. We’d all been hanging out and had all had a few drinks. My wife and I said we. Her mind kept going back to the scene where the girls were chained in filthy rooms, drugged out of their minds and being used as sex slaves. Amanda knew it was just a movie but she also knew that human trafficking was very real. She really didn't think that was the case here, at least she hoped not.For the millionth time she tried to shed the cuffs off her wrists, but the leather encircled them tightly and she couldn't slip her hands out of them or the leather mittens enclosing her hands. She.