My arms are raised above my head and tied with straps to the table legs, about four feet apart at the wrists. Hmmm, this isn't good. I begin to strugg...le, but my attempts feel feeble. Must be the drug. That's why my mind is worried about oiling the door or how much her perfume costs, instead of how to get free. I stare at the colors I see in the blindfold, once again forgetting the world around me. I see purple dots and swirls mix with reds.I feel my legs are pushed up and spread open at the. He had an irresistible charm that could make any women weak in the knees. Even his assistant that he would also fuck regularly was married. She was probably the biggest slut I have ever seen though. I watched her get gangbanged and even blow a group of 10 men while they had a board meeting.All this opened me up even more to my sexuality. I'm not sure if my mother had anything to do with this, but I had a strong desire to watch him fuck these married women. It was a strange feeling that I. However, the memory burned into her mind was from the very first time she saw that platform, now more than eight years ago. She had been only 18, just out of high school, and had entered the room as Prisoner # 98945. She was a terrified and bewildered foreigner, with no knowledge of the culture or language of Upper Danubia (as the country was called back then) facing a 20-year sentence for marijuana trafficking. How much things had changed since then, but one detail remained constant in the. I can feel your breath on my face. One of us has to move or well be here all night. I reach out to touch your face. My fingers hesitate over your cheek and I see you hold your breath. I lower them lightly on your face and stroke along your jaw line. You close your eyes and exhale, relaxing in the sensation. Your hand is suddenly on my hip and moves up and over my side to my shoulder and finally rest on my neck. My finger traces underneath your chin and I push up slightly tilting your face to.