Sweet Torture
Copyright© 2006 by French Lavender
Chapter 3
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 3 - A strange story of two lonely people.
Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Drunk/Drugged Light Bond
He got up and looked down at her, very seriously. he took one of her wrists, then the other and one by one released the straps. He didn't say anything, just matter of factly untied them. Her ankles too.
She just lay there looking up at him untie her.
"Whats going on?" she demanded to know!
"You're free to go. I'm sorry for what!'ve put you through, I really am."
She was shocked to hear this. Just as she was beginning to feel something for this man although she didn't quite know what it was. He was just going to dismiss her like this?
She breathed deep with relief as her arms and legs were free now. She could feel the blood rush back into her body.
"Well, I suppose I should just dress up and go then? Am
I correct in my assumption?" she inquired.
"I'm so sorry about what I've done. You can't begin to imagine. Call the cops if you wish. It would serve me right."
"No, dont worry. I won't do that. I'll leave."she said with pitiful eyes and she went to get up to find her clothes. She found them and started dressing.
He watched her sheepishly. How could he have been such a fool to have done what he did?
She finished dressing and slipped her black heels on. God! he thought she looked so sexy!
No wonder he went crazy. Went berserk.
She found her raincoat hung up near the upstairs fireplace and her scarf and put them on.
"Well, aren't you even going to offer me a hot toddy or something, for the road?" she smiled. It was a sad smile.
"Oh my dear, where are my manners? Of course! What would you like? How about a hot buttered rum?"
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