Even if she sat down, her sitting position would pull the cunt chain tight into her pussy, pressing hard against her clit. This would serve to furthe...r arouse her and make her a little more uncomfortable. If she tried to move her cuffed wrists and hands, the pressure on her cunt would be increase, doubly so. A delightful torment, especially when the torment was caused by the slave being tormented. There was no relief for her. She was subject to the whims and movements of her own body, with. ”“That she does,” I agreed. “When the incident with Becky happened, she, Kara, and Bethany worked together to keep me on the straight and narrow. I was lucky to have them as friends, and lucky to have Kara as a girlfriend. Jennifer would have cut my balls off and put them in a jar on her bookshelf for what I did; and rightly so.”“Yes, that would be a reasonable reaction to cheating,” Dad said, chuckling. “I assume you learned your lesson?”“Oh yes, I did! And with the Triumvirate’s help, I. The look on my face probably also showed my bewilderment since I faced more smiles than I had ever seen here. Then I remembered something that had bothered me but I had had no possibility to ask before falling asleep.“How about the girls at the hut? Are they all okay?”As soon as I had asked the question I wished that I hadn’t, since the looks around the room changed immediately.“Neuriel died soon after you left the hut. There really wasn’t much anyone of us could have done for her. Luckily. She used to be the bartender at 'The Hut'. She had left about six months earlier for Arizona, with her new girlfriend, and now she had returned alone. Dori had appeared at a mutual friend's party, unannounced. A surprise guest, of sorts and many of us were glad to see her. She was quite popular and a good bartender, too.Dori and I had a history. We spent many hours with each other, her tending bar and my dancing and pool playing. A few patrons thought we had something going on. I thought so,.