She became aware of more hands holding her wrists – not the woman’s these were men’s hands. There was a click and she felt the vicious grip of ...too-tight handcuffs biting into her wrists as her arms were stretched out in front of her. There was a movement at her wrists and then she realised that they had been stretched out and fastened to some sort floor bolt. Her ankles meanwhile had been pulled apart and were held there by further hands. All the time she was alternately screaming, cursing. I felt her shift again as she moved lower. Teasingly, she kissed her way to my navel. After she licked inside, she made me squirm as she gently blew air over it. For some reason, it felt so pleasurable. Moving lower, she trailed wet kisses to my mound. Then I watched as she raised herself up. Using her knee, she spread my right leg over. Then she did the same with my left leg. I watched as she lowered herself between my legs. She looked up at me, smiling."Lay back and enjoy this, but remember. I held the bottle up for her to see and lowered it between her legs, maintaining a slight upward angle to hold the remaining wine inside it. I moved the neck of the bottle to her pulsing pussy and touched it to her lips. She flinched and sighed, looked at me and I simply instructed her, “Raise your hips woman.”That got the attention of Tim and Helen who struggle to move enough to watch, wondering but not believing my intention. I slowly inserted the top of the neck into her open pussy and moved. O'Toole!" a voice called. His mind was halfway back to Florida with Bubba and he didn't respond. "Mr. O'Toole!" the voice called again. "James O'Toole!" it called louder. James finally shook himself and lifted his head up to see Miss Martin at the receptionist's desk preparing to shout at him again."Sorry," James said as he gained eye contact with her."This way," she ordered, ignoring the apology. She abruptly turned and headed into the gray maze. James followed, lest he lose sight of her and.