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Click hereIt was Brady! He'd snuck up behind me while I was bent down in the oven. I felt his fingers glide down my back.
"Mmmpp ank ooh, asser," I tried to get out through the gag. I closed the oven door and started to raise up only to have his whole hand placed on my back to stop me.
"You seem to have everything under control in here," he started as he let his hand start rubbing down my back and down towards my hips. "I've been watching you quite contently from the living room and must say I've enjoyed seeing you move around this kitchen while you prepare my dinner."
Brady moved in closer; his cigarette smoke odor completely engulfing me. My heart began to race as I felt something poking me around his trouser region.
"It looks like you've got a few minutes to spare." His hand began reaching under my skirt and his fingers slid into the waistband of the thong. "I've got something here that'll keep you busy for those few minutes."
My eyes widened. It was pretty evident what was about to happen. I was about to have a repeat of my horrid evening in the motel. I was about to be fucked!
to be continued....
Another idea would be to force her to always keep her hands delicately crossed behind her back at all times when servicing a man. Handcuffs would be another option.
Keep up the good work, you're doing a brilliant job! Can't wait for the next one! Just throwing out some ideas: forcing her to take public transport to her clients, renting her out for an entire weekend (friday night to monday morning) to a group of deviants who film and keep her hands tied behind her throughout the entire ordeal. Sadistic clients who keep her bound while fucking her with a dildo coated with tabasco infused lube.