The rope looped up and over the chin-up bar overhead and came back down in front of me, also on the step ladder. My feet were handcuffed and my hands ...were handcuffed and both were secured by the rope. The vibrating egg was inserted into my pussy and humming away soundly. If I chose to sit here, on the sandbag, for a couple of moments longer, I would most certainly feel myself orgasm. Just as I was thinking this, the unthinkable occurred. Baxter, who was scratching at something (probably a bug),. It’s spring, so the air is warm and tinged with the humid scent of lust. Small birds gather at my feet and scatter, only to gather once more as office workers move like wraiths from here to nowhere. Across from me sits a man. He is a blur, a shadow. Unimportant. And yet… I’m aroused. I’m well aware that he is looking at me, his eyes drawn to the shadowed valley between my breasts and then even lower, between my thighs. It’s not for this shadowed figure that I burn. It’s for you. I gain. She had formed a distinct impression that the old boy didn't approve."You look like you can handle yourself, Miss Benson. I'm sure Allen will be in good hands" - as indeed he had!"So it looks like just you and me, Rachel my sweet!!" she murmured very tenderly at her sleeping partner. She gently removed the sheet and looked for the thousandth time at that five feet two inches of perfection.Gradually she eased herself round to bring her head level with Rachel's sweet little vagina and pushed her. ”Then they walked out of the room, and a minute or solater she heard the door slam.Angela lay in the silent room as the evening wore on.She definitely dozed this time, exhausted from thebrutal abuse her body had received. She woke when thedoor slammed again, and she heard voices downstairs.Unfamiliar voices. Her heart leapt as she realised thatthe police must have come. Someone had heard the soundsfrom the flophouse and called 999. She was going to berescued.Then Mick and Jimmy walked.