Dressed in a conservative knee runtime skirt, matching top, and sensible high heels I awaited my fate, with gag in mouth and cuffed, while talking myself into the appropriate mood needed. Merely at times was I aware of the movement around me as an alternative I was attempting to check the drool this was forming around the firmly cinched rope wetting the mattress and smearing my freshly made up face. I was preparing mentally for the physical strength that was going to be demanded of me. The count down. I was overwhelmed by uncertainty and nervousness. When the clock struck 10 I melted at PD’s initial touch.
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