Trouble With the Downward Curve
Lisa awoke slowly, stretching her back with a soft sigh. She lazily lifted a hand to rub the sleep from her eyes. The sensual delight of her morning was shattered with the gentle clink of the handcuff chain. She snapped to instant alertness. “Girls, this isn’ funny!” she cried. “Wait, where did you even get handcuffs?” “Wouldn’t you like to know?” Kelly giggled. “They aren’t ours, anyway.” “I swiped them from Auntie Carol.” Patty smirked. “I took a couple of the real ones she uses for her...