Away in the Manger
Gina once again struggled against the leather handcuffs and ankle cuffs holding her in a tight hog-tie; grunting into her ballgag. There was still that warm, after-orgasm feeling glowing within her like embers underneath the fire grate. Her husband, Stephen, had made sure after they had made love that she wouldn’t go anywhere. He had a surprise for her, something she deserved. What had begun as a simple Saturday afternoon’s delight was ending up as something much more. ...