And I sat here and horrid thoughts were whirling round in my head." She started to sob quietly but convulsively.Bill knelt beside her and held her clo...se. Nothing was said for a long time. Finally, she pushed herself away from him and wiped her eyes with the back of her hand."I'm sorry, Bill," she said. "I shouldn't have burdened you with all that. I've treated you so badly." No you haven't." I have. I have. I should never, ever have invited you into my bed and toyed with your feelings. I should. What the hell is he talking about? Natasha asked herself, her heart pounding loudly in her ears, not from arousal, but from fear. “You see, you’re part of a project of sorts for me.” He said with an evil smile. “Did your parents never teach you to bring strange men to your apartment?” Ben laughed as she started whimpering, pulling her hands frantically against the ropes. “By the way, I told a little white lie back there. My name isn’t Ben, but don’t concern yourself with that. I’ve been. Or veryright.I figure I'd better put my shoes back on or I'll be dancing with my headagainst Scott's solar-plexus. Even in my spikes I only just manage to getmy head on his shoulder, but I manage it and somehow the rhythm thatScott feels in the music comes through to me and I find myself not onlydancing to jazz, but loving it.Of course it doesn't hurt that Scott's skillful fingers are teasing andtickling at my neck, my back, my waist. Tracing the outline of my brastrap, catching the side of my. “Ei Bonita.” The other black man who had been bench pressing, stood up, smiled and looked at Mariana with such confidence.“Mm, I was wondering...” Mariana paused to admire their big and muscled bound arms.“If you could help me stretch.” Mariana smiled sexily.“I think we can do that.” The black men both nodded whilst looking over Mariana’s body.“Oh good…” Mariana smiled teasingly as she slowly turned around, and showed off her thick bare ass. With her big butt facing both men, she bent forward.