Her thighs tingled with anticipation. She hoped they would stop again where she was wet. But they didn’t. He reached up and took one of her hands an...d drew it behind her. She felt cold steel applied to her wrist, the ratchet sound came almost after she found her appendage encompassed by the hard metal. The procedure was repeated with the other arm, binding her hands behind her. His hands receded. Something dark was draped over her eyes. The material was pulled tight and secured. It was soft, but. You don’t want to know what kind of eldritch horror you summoned into this world. You’ve read Lovecraft, you know how this song and dance goes.You hear the sound of a footstep, though the step has a very distinctive sound to it. You’ve heard something similar before but are still too afraid to open your eyes and confirm. You are vaguely aware that you are whimpering. You hear another footstep. You aren’t sure if whatever is in your room is walking extremely slowly to increase the fear or if. It struck me that I could probably even get down on my knees and literally suck it up from the floor! That way, I could enjoy quite a few decent mouthfuls.I did realise there was an element of risk in this. Although fairly well hidden, I was in a public place. I could still hear the young lady's car revving away in the distance and I had passed a couple walking back from the cliffs, who would in all likelihood, reach the car park within in a minute or two. I had a quick look up the path, to see. The ass-fucking with Irina Lafkis was sensational. A couple of times I tried pressing for some sort of relationship with her outside work, but both times she rebuffed me. I even wondered whether she was a closet lesbian, using me in secret to satisfy urges that her partner couldn’t.For a few of the women, like Joyce Brunt and Pamela Sanchez-Lopez, their session with me in the Cleaning Manager’s office was a one-time thing, but the majority of the women came back for more. And the ass-fucking.