But to get back to what I was saying – it really was Christmas Eve. Indian XXX I began to panic. To the bed? The undeniably submissive nature that is presented by such forced restraint is visually multiplied by the girl’s topless plight and by reason of her widespread legs, an inability to avoid her sexual fate. Having the foresight to dislodge first the shoulders of her nightdress that added a much needed wanton, if not abused look to her predicament, especially given the girl’s fully bra-less condition, I aligned her right arm with the bed-head and using one of the scarves, tied the wrist securely to the protruding wooden carving. As I passed to her safekeeping my procreative front line, she pulled her face away from me slightly and smiled rather prettily. She looked so damned vulnerable! “But Officer…..she made me tie her up!”
Just one further thing to add. To the cat? During this formative stage of the union, I continued to ply my digital trade so far as her breasts were concerned. “You know me….if I see an opportunity to be
flippant, I kinda slip…badly… Forgive me.”
It was the way she forgave me that I recall so well.
