You see, Anna only ever gave out her business cards to mature men and women who were in need of a little excitement in their lives, not to some colleg... kid who would just use it to make prank phone calls. Anna paused for a moment, thinking of what to say. ‘And why would you think that I am some sort of call girl?’ Anna quizzed, looking directly at our suddenly awkward waitress. Holly thought carefully for a moment before replying. ‘Well you see I found this card inside my father’s briefcase. His hand moved from my hip and light fingers down the side of my forearm until he entwined his fingers through mine. I couldn’t understand what he was doing. He leaves, then comes back, then leaves and comes back again. He’d been doing it all day, locking me in this room, in his room, letting my hands linger around to find my way. His fingers within mine wasn’t his first romantic gesture, it wasn’t the first time I’d smelt his dark, enticing cologne and hot breath as he leant in, wondering if. It STUNG like crazy, I remember trying to slow my breathing while my ass hovered in the air taking these stinging sharp slices of the canes! Next I was helped up onto the surface on top of the large wooden cage. The top of it was as large as a ten seater dining table. I was told to lay down on my back and my wrists and ankles were shackled into the leather and metal restraints putting me in a complete “X” position.My head lay on a small leather pillow almost completely flat against the old hard. I was exhilarated, and my cock showed it. I stood up and admired myself in the mirror. “Not bad,” I thought. I then put on the other stocking, pausing again to look in the mirror. Next, I picked up the satin panties Kerry had given me, which I now realized were crotchless, with lace-edging at the cutouts. I wondered if he had actually given me the pair I had pulled out of the drawer or he had selected them for me. I pulled them on, one leg at a time. I could feel my cock stiffen ever.