Whatever he did he asked himself silently, exulting calmly somewhere deep within, it was going to require the most intimate and inventive torment and tortures, was it not? There might be binding, or even slapping, and certainly there would be plucking and pulling! Perhaps to lash those unresisting wrists behind the pliant girl’s spine, thus drawing back her rounded shoulders and thrusting out those great big boobs fat and plum-tipped and tempting all the more… He wouldn’t be able to resist them then, would he? No, those rippling dusky mounds would be his, all his, his to squeeze and stroke and caress, his to pinch and pluck and pull, his to kiss and suck and bite and. Unsteadily the poor man licked his lips and drew in a slow ragged breath.
Staring a narrow-eyed challenge straight down in
