She twirled in a lap-dance move, bending down and gyrating one of the most stunning, pert, shapely bums I had ever seen. Then I heard a metallic sound, followed by an odd sound I didn’t recognize. Hot xxx I could not even move my legs closer together – I felt wood on the insides of my knees, and surmised that they were hanging just off the edges of some kind of wooden table or worktop, from which my lower legs dangled down to the leather and chains that held my ankles tight. I recognized those marks. It seemed that she had returned to the school of the teacher who had seduced her, even taking up the same subject he had taught – maybe his private tutoring had inspired her as it had me.
