I had been tortured and fucked by two men who now seemed to own me and as far as I could work out had no hope of escape until they decided to release ...me. My Master now removed the blindfold and I looked first at the two of them standing fully dressed before me each sipping from a glass of wine and then down at my own tortured and stretched body, my nipple were erect and red from the attention they had received from the clamps, my ankles were stretched wide apart strapped to the spreader bar but. Lisa thought long and hard on the easier sections on how to say thank-you. George had almost everything... except a girl. She knew that he was against straight-forward prostitution. So, she needed to figure out how to give it to him without her losing credibility. Hence, after dinner, she changed into George's "turn-on" clothing and visited his room. After all, George liked women that take intelligent risks, and who thought for themselves.George blushed as he looked at her. Her face was. Anyway this story is going back a long time hehe, i wont reveal my age when this occurred if you would like to know by all means ask me. i was working to part time jobs as i was still studying the first was a Saturday job in a local café and the second was delivering a local paper around my estate. Now the café i worked in on a Saturday had two chefs both men and then 6/7 young waitresses including myself and it was run by a family friend Dave, He was an older man mid 40s maybe, he was around 5. Both wore sleek-looking hip-hugging black slacks, with a white spaghetti-strap top cut off only a few inches below the rounded mounds of their breasts, their flat beautiful stomachs on display. Eamon longed to stick his tongue into those sexy inward-pointing belly buttons. Each wore a little hat on the back of her head, with golden tresses escaping in all directions. Eamon just gaped in amazement. ‘Close your mouth, sweetie. It’s only us.’ Eamon found his voice. ‘You are the most beautiful.