SEXITIME IS CUMMING
SEXITIME IS CUMMINGI am carried towards a weird looking table, cross between a crucifix and a medieval torture rack. They lay me across it, pulling my arms out to the side my legs generously apart, Fastenings wrapping around my ankles, wrists, upper arm, thighs and stomach. No way can I move from here, finally my collar is attached too.''Now I could put a gag in your mouth, but I think you can be a good girl and keep quiet, so I won't for now, but make one sound without being told too and in it...