Once again she wrenches my arms around behind my back, pressing them together until my elbows meet. There’s no pillar in the way now, and within seconds she’s wrapped my two forearms together with strapping tape from elbow to fingertips, forming a single long, bright yellow sheath that traps them completely and makes my overstressed shoulder sockets scream with tension. Why is she being so cruel to me?
Now I begin to struggle a little, but to no avail. Hissing, “Quit wriggling, you disgusting little worm!” Suzi smacks my ass hard. She kicks my feet out wider and wider, spreading my legs. Damn, she’s really getting into this! What have I gotten myself into? Finally she lifts each foot up, one at a time, and tapes each ankle securely to each right side leg of the foosball table, about twelv
