I moved the chair into position under the handcuffs. Thechair was an old, oak dining chair, which I purchased at a fleamarket just for this purpose. I...t was a high back, with verysturdy arms, and thick, carved foot legs. It had to weigh 25 to30 lbs. In the center of the seat, running front to back, I had apiece of 2x4, to which I had attached my black, 9" vibratingdildo. The dildo was called the tormentor, and as it had wires,and a control unit, I had to drill through the 2x4, and make aslot. What are you wearing now?”Abby glanced down at herself. “Just jeans and tee-shirt, Miss.”“Tut tut, that’s no way for my slut to dress. Choose your sexiest lingerie and put it on, dress up for me so I can imagine you while I listen to these old farts drone on.”Abby rushed to her room, pulled open drawers and selected her favourite black silk bra and panties. She pulled on a pair of black hold-ups too. Then, almost as an afterthought, she slipped on a pair of black heels. Settled in front of the. ’ He dared, relieved at her nod.She shifted on the make shift bed, getting comfortable before reaching between her thighs and slowly parting her lips with her fingers, stroking through the cleft between them. Her fingers disappeared up to the first joint of her knuckles, accompanied my a soft moan as she lay back, her other hand stroking over her taut tummy. Her eyes were closed, he noted, not that it mattered. She knew he was watching, that he was a prisoner to her performance. He unzipped his. "Do you like that?" "Yeah." She rested her forehead on his and bit her lip as she rocked against his hand. "I'd like a little more." "I aim to please." He tangled one hand in her hair and kissed her again, harder and faster. This, he thought, was a much better end to the day than he'd had planned. Ryan didn't say anything, just tugged his shirt out of the waistband of his jeans and put her hands underneath to begin working it off. Brody hissed out a breath as her hands moved over him; he loved.