Andrea use to use it to keep me in placebut that stopped working when I started to enjoy it. I sitdown on the sofa and buckle the leather cuffs around...myankles and padlock them into place. By the look in his eyesI can tell Chris loves my four inch high heels.I fasten the other set of leather cuffs on my wrists behindmy back, lock them in place and wait. Chris has thispuzzled look on his face and tries to ask me something frombehind the gag. I just look down at the floor, trying torelax and wait. He was more than attractive. The shadowy figure moved closer to Kim. She felt a cold quiver right through her body.Kim looked down at her body in the dim light of the basement. Her clothing was gone. It lay in a heap at her feet. She leaned naked against a wooden crate. "Enough of this shit," she muttered, "This is not funny."Long shimmering fingers stroked Kim's short blonde hair. She felt a cold shiver as the shadowy fingers traced lines over her bare shoulders and down across her firm, pert. “You like m' ass?” She awkwardly wiggled her butt. She felt so … good! Really, really good. So warm and calm and so, so comfortable. A little sleepy. Safe.“Oh, you have such a nice ass. So firm and round.” Mr. Krushank was running his hands over her butt, cupping the lower sides in each hand and jiggling them. It felt...nice. Strange but nice. Very nice.Mr. Krushank squeezed her butt lightly. “Oh so nice, Trish. Let me see again. Let's just take your skirt off again.” He turned. " I can't believe myself, how can I sit here, thinking sexual thoughts? Making her scream for me to make her feel so much pleasure? I should tell her. I should get it off my chest, and tell her, so I can stop feeling so bad. Tomorrow... "What the-" I exclaimed, my alarm going off by surprise. Wonderful. I thought to myself, grumbling. "Bubba!" Annie yelled, running for my hugging my chest strongly. All those years of weight-lifting with her has paid off. Well, today I tell her my physical.