His new tormentress entered the chamber. At a push of a button his shackles dropped off. “On the bed,” she ordered. “Hands above your head, eyes closed, and smile.”
He heard the “click” of handcuffs and opened his eyes to find the go-go dancer straddling his chest. Her skirt had ridden up almost to her ass and her muscular legs imprisoned his thighs. He could see the outline of her panties underneath. She started stroking Bobby’s too-sensitive n*****s, a hot line to his twitching c**k, making him crazy.
“Well, baby, looks like you’re really in a fix now. What do you suppose we ought to do about it?” she cooed sexily. He against the mercilessly firm handcuffs, dry-mouthed, scared.
“Let’s see,” she giggled. “How about this?” She slid down between his legs to grab his straining organ. Slow
