"No gags," Jonas thought franticly. "Why would they remove their gags?" Mr. Gianni," the second voice said from his side. It was the cultured voice he... had heard.Jonas turned his head to see the man talking. A well dressed Mexican was standing about an arm's length away from him. Jonas got little satisfaction that he was feared so much that they kept away even when he was tied down. Jonas noted the odd ornate cross tattoo on the side of the man's neck. It was just like the man's tattoo that he. At first I wasn't sure it was her. She had done something with her hair to remove the curls and now it hung straight done almost to her waist. Becky wore a yellow colored tight tube top that clearly showed she wasn't wearing a bra. That was followed by a pair of very short cut off jeans. Jeans that were much to short. She didn't have any make-up on at all, not even nail polish. In short, she didn't look a day over 15 years old. I just sat and stared at her. She asked me if I liked her outfit.. ." she moaned as she threw her legs a little tighter around me, throwing her head back as I bit down on her nipples and nibbled on her neck, her eyes rolling into her head as I slammed into her cunt."You like that Becky?" I teased her as I kissed her, driving my hips into hers as she moaned for me to fuck her harder, her pussy starting to spasm around my dick as I sucked on her neck and her tits."Slap me," she whispered, getting more turned on by the second as I drove myself in and out of her,. Matron stood back to admire the effect,and satisfied herself that it looked good and would be enough to ensurethat no-one would be able to be sure that it was me in any photographs. At this point I became acutely aware of the helplessness andvulnerability of my predicament. I no longer had any control over whatmight happen, even if I managed to escape from being secured into thehigh chair there was no way I could open doors and escape from the houseas I was unable to use my hands, and even if I.