"Well, let's see how your new gift works" he said. And with that, he tightened down the screws (which were already plenty tight) causing my wife to mo...n in pain, and taking the chain in his fist led my wife on her hands and knees around the room. He was literally pulling her around by her tits, and her nipples were stretched way out as she struggled to keep up. Being dragged around by her nipples by a Black master in a sleazy hotel room was pretty degrading, and I could tell my wife was getting. Hand me that towel, Julie, above your head. She looked up and reached for the corner of the towel that hung over the side of the shelf above her. And pulled. She must have felt the extra weight, I sensed a momentary hesitation, but she had already pulled it too far. She saw the shape of the hairdryer as it teetered precariously on the edge for a second, unable to make up its mind, before tumbling over, like a graceful diver. A memorable image from a Stanley Kubrick film struck me then, of a. I lay completely still under the covers, desperately trying to slow my breathing to a normal rate, both my hands both still resting inside my pants. All the time hoping that either my door just opened itself or someone had came in and thought I was sleeping so left again. I winced at the thought of someone hearing my moans. I lay there motionless as I listened carefully to see if anyone remained in my room as I felt pressure on the bottom of the bed, I jerked out of the way before realising. A second dance was followed by another drink, but this time the guy sat closer to Emma his arm resting on the back of the seat, in the time worn dance all seducers know so well. Later, I knew it would slip onto her shoulder and Emma wouldn't object.Another dance, a slow one this time, I watched as he ground himself against her. Emma kind of moved away from him a little, I assume to let him know that she wasn't going to be quite that easy. Letting the bugger know that he was going to have to.