Her arms were tied behind her back her chest pushing at the fabric her breast standing to attention without aid under her braless blouse. “Oh God” Debbie said arms behind her back chest heaving her thigh spread wide both her lovely legs either side of her head; bound to the headboard. “Oh Jesus stop, you’re fucking crazy! Her head was swimming, a feeling of been under a big blanket; that dark oppressive warmth. The old bastard in one hand held a walking stick his knees shaking as he stood. The man gripped her waist pushing his body behind her as she stood with tightly closed legs. She wriggled from the bed teetering on her heels her bound arms feeling painful behind her back. Her chin rose, her snooty nose pointing to the roof. The old bastard in one hand held a walking stick his knees shaking as he stood. The man stepped out the door slamming shut. The man moved her along the corridor past the other slave rooms to the shower cubicle. “OH please I need
