It felt so damn good, but this time I made sure to keep my moans to myself. His hands went into my shirt again. I pulled my sports bra up so he could ...have better access. He man handled my breasts, squeezing them roughly and I loved it. The combination of his hands on me, his thick cock filling me and being out in the open, started me towards an orgasm. I wasn’t expecting it, so it was a pleasant surprise. However, before my orgasm could be released, we both heard leaves. We froze. Foot steps.. " "Yes Ma'am," replied Darren as he stood and followed Winston to his room. The room was painted a pale blue with a dark-blue velvet spread and matching drapes hanging from the window. The full size poster bed had eye hooks screwed into all four of its post and one in the center of the head board as well as the foot board. Above the center of the bed one was embedded in the ceiling. Hooks were in the center of the room as well as placed about on the walls and in the floor. Strong steel ones.. Garters hung down from there and Harry snapped those to mystockings before handing me a pair of white silk panties that matchedthe rest of my outfit. When we looked into the mirror even I didn'trecognize me. Except for the small bulge in my panties, I even thoughtthat I looked like a real woman.Craig was groggy when he first awoke and then had to be given a fewmoments to recover from the fit of 'guffaws' he had when he caught sightof me. He didn't help my embarrassment very much, what with the. They were all looking at me. The hair onthe nape of my neck wouldn't go down.I wondered why they weren't coming in. The doors weren't locked. Iknew that because, with my new twenty-twenty vision, I could see theleft-side door slightly ajar. But they weren't coming in. They werestanding by the doors, standing almost against the glass, but theyweren't coming in. I looked at the windows - the ones that scared melast night with their flickering shadows and eerie ghostly shapes. Nowtheere.