The first she knew it was her turn was when Michael started to fasten her arms behind her back."You know Amanda that you earned a punishment too?" Mik...e said, clipping the cuffs together."Why?" Amanda asked. Not that she was going to argue. She could see Mike was hard again already and maybe it was her turn to feel his cock inside her."You molested Brandi in the ladiesroom and then when you got here you rubbed your cunt on her face. You did both of these things without asking my permission,". My stepdaughter would roll her eyes, look at me, I'd look at her in the rearview mirror, and Katie would all start giggling. It was hilarious. I don't know what the hell my wife's problem was, but it seemed that she'd always get angry at the dumbest things, and she'd say stuffy bullshit, trying to ruin the mood. It didn't work.Getting to Tennessee, we'd settled into our cabin, gotten things around, gotten some dinner, hung out for awhile, and later in the evening, with the sun down, it being. They were held in place with red garters. I was relieved that modest one-inch heels had been chosen, the thought of being stuck in four or five inch stilettos was enough to make my ankles throb. The outer clothes came straight from my own closet, which pretty much confirmed where I had been captured. An executive power outfit that showed off my feminine figure while remaining conservative in cut and coverage; A dark gray over-the-knee skirt, a white blouse that showed no cleavage and a jacket. It is like a nightmare returning to haunt her. She fights back tears. She cannot believe that it happened—that any of it happened. And it wasn’t just once, twice or even three times. It was multiple times over the course of several hours.Thinking of her yoga, Rory begins to get her breathing back under control. She flushes the thoughts from her mind. It is hard because of the repulsive things she had done not but a few hours ago and all afternoon. Slowly, she pulls aside the covers and pushes.