“That’s the game. xxx He whispers back “Now look out the window. He walks to the briefcase and digs out some new clothes for her, setting them in a pile on a stool next to her, picking up the boots she walked in with and placing them nearby. Within moments she’s divined the path and hurries towards her goal, her knees wobbling as she tries to run while at the same time she aches to stop and savor the sensations. “Happy to see me?” he taunts her, circling her playfully. Finally she collapses, sagging against the manacles, moaning low and huskily, the panties thrumming slowly as they draw out every last spasm, every aftershock. Let’s get you dressed, hm?” He drops her unceremoniously to dangle from the manacles, and she quickly hops up onto her toes and grips the chains with both hands, watching hungrily.
