“All right!”
“Here we go!”
Finished doobie drooping from her lip, Jeri clinked vodka-tonics with Toni. They drank to their needle-virgin’s first tattoo, to his bloating plum and obvious anxiety as the two hard girls pulled him into position for bondage.
Tying his wrists together pulse-to-pulse, they stretched his arms above his head and bound them to the frame of the futon. Spreading his legs wide, they tied each ankle to either end of a hockey stick that Naomi had grabbed from the closet. With that their precious Boy-toy was utterly helpless again, lying bound out on his back with his head and upper half slightly elevated.
Though she was as caught up in the thrill as anyone, Toni remained alert for any need to intervene. Once they had him secured however Naomi contented herself with
