Every nerve ending was tingling. I felt vulnerable, exposed and helpless. The sense of decadence and fear left me breathless. She raised her... fingers so I could see them glistening in the half light. They were positively dripping with the lube. While I watched he came to the head of the bed and sat calmly beside me. I felt her hand stroke over my clit, around my cunt and suddenly her fingers where at the entrance to my ass. I cried out and tried to get. Meena finally pulled him off by his hair and looked down at her ravaged tits. They were darker and angry looking. Her nipples were huge. She could see scratch and teeth marks all over her boobs; but she never felt at any time that he was rough enough to have caused all the scrapes. He looked down at his cock, which was still half-hard, and the puddle underneath it. Then he looked at her. She looked down at his cock but didn’t touch it. He was disappointed. He also wanted to touch her pussy, but. Buckling it tightly in back, Lori could feel the links of a chain attached to a D-ring in the back of the collar. On a whim, Lori took a small padlock and locked the collar on, then tossed the small key across the room.She was almost done; she had only to reach behind her and encircle her wrists on the handcuffs at the end of the chain from her collar. It took her awhile, as the chain was fairly short, but she was eventually able to click the chrome cuffs closed, her wrists resting halfway up. As she turned to return to the couch, she noted, for the first time, soft music in the background It wasn’t the obnoxious piped in office music, it was classical music, Mozart she realized, piano, a concerto. I’m impressed, she thought to herself. Steve returned with two steaming mugs of fresh coffee. ‘Sorry it took so long.’ He said apologetically. ‘I had to start a new pot.’ As he handed her the coffee and gestured for her to sit down, he took a seat at the other end of the couch, not behind.