CHAPTER 22: Maggie
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Maggie bent, her butt brushing against the wood of the cross as she hooked the Velcro around first one ankle and then the other.
“Make sure they’re tight. I don’t want them coming loose at your first struggle,” said Terry.
“Yes, Sir.” She fought a smile as she tugged on the restraint, making sure her efforts made her breasts swing.
“That’s it. Now the other one.” His voice had grown gruff with his desire.
He liked seeing her breasts sway and his enjoyment meant her enjoyment. She doubled her efforts, pulling on the other strap several times so her breasts jiggled. Then she straightened slowly, running her hands up her legs as she did. She stopped, fingers resting on her inner thighs. “It’s very tight, Sir.”
“I bet it is.” Terry pulled off his shirt, bari
