" Do you want me too?" Your voice is low, terse, and you shake her hand off your wrist, moving your hand to rub over the front of her shorts, slipping... between her legs. She can't stop herself from instinctively parting them, hips trembling.She exhales sharply, head thrown back, eyes shut, dark lashes matted, and you can see her pulse flickering in her throat; a flame you've fuelled. "Y-yes, b-but-" Her voice dies, cut off by a soft shudder, and you take your hand away, moving it to undo the. She was staring at him intently. "Yeah?" he prompted."Well, it's something we've never talked about and ... um ... well, I don't quite know how to ask."She licked her lips and Bob almost groaned. "Just ask sweetie. I can't think of anything we can't talk about." He took a sip of his tea."OK. Well, it's about your penis," she said as if she was talking about a piece of jewelry, or his glasses, or something else run-of-the-mill.Bob choked, coughed and rolled all at the same time and ended up on. Rope encircled his wrists and thenmoved to loop around his throat, ensuring any movement could be hazardous tohis well-being. More rope had been wrapped around his arms, chest, andshoulders, completing his upper body bondage. His legs had been bound togetherat the thighs, above and below the knees, calves, and ankles. He grunted intohis gag as his tightly restrained legs were lifted behind him and doubled over.He felt his ankles being tied off impossibly tight to his wrists, putting evenmore. "I might be willing to make a deal," Nick pulled his wallet out of his back pocket, opening it up, "How much does he owe you?" "Three hundred bucks." "Well, here's three fifty," he pulled the bills out of his wallet, handing them out to the man. One of his partners took it, counting the bills quickly. "Now why would you give me three hundred and fifty dollars to pay of some other guy's debt?" the man holding Miley asked suspiciously."Maybe I want her for myself," Nick said nodding to the girl.