In a quiet corner he read."Go in to the toilets, go into the farthest cubicle and behind the cistern you will find her panties, smell them, she has ...been soaked all night, follow us when we leave, we are walking home, I have d**gged her, and she is gagging for your cock"Amazed he reread the note, then went straight into the toilets watched by Gen and Emma.He reached down and made contact immediately his fingers felt their wetness, my god he thought they were soaked through , he held them to. .. and tied up. It looked like she had metal manacles around her ankles, keeping her feet on the floor, with about 2 feet between them. And leather cuffs hold her wrists together, and kept her arms taunt above her head. Her torso was naked, but she could feel she wore tights, panties, and shoes. As far as she could guess, they were her own clothes. She felt a rough wall against her back... obviously there was some fabric between her buttocks and the wall, not just her panties and tights. Her. You can’t be unaware of what people are saying about you.”“Who?”“Ahh, now who’s intrigued?” she said, laughing. It was infectious and I couldn’t help but concede.“Okay, you got me.”“It’s a tale as old as time,” she said, absentmindedly, running her fingers through her tangled red hair and giving me a look that reached deep into my soul. ”The teacher and the pupil.”I knew exactly what she meant, as she returned the wicker chair, sitting back, her right leg crossed over her left, her dressing. Excited, Jutta did as she was told.“You are a beautiful woman, Jutta,” Liam said. The first time she could recall him complimenting her in any way for a very long time. They walked across St. Mark’s Square and took a gondola to the Count’s home. It was summer, and the heat was oppressive for the two northerners. Jutta wished she could strip one or two layers of silk and loosen her corset. Her Uncle pulled at his high collar. As they approached the Count’s villa, it looked even larger and.