She was rolled over onto her belly. Lane pulled her shirt down to her bound wrists and then did the same to her sports bra. Kimberley felt her wrapping rope around her arms, just above her elbows, pulling it tight, and knotting it. It was painful, but not too painful. The heavy canvas floor of the tent rasped against her breasts and n*****s. Kimberley wondered why she’d done that until she felt the bonds on her wrists being removed. Lane pulled her shirt and sports bra completely off, then rebound her wrists, freed her elbows and rolled her onto her back again.
“Lovely, lovely Elf-Girl,” Lane murmured as she ran her hands over Kimberley’s torso. One hand slid under Kimberley’s shorts. Her fingernails tickled at Kimberley’s lower belly. Kimberley squeezed her eyes shut tight, wallowing in
