Chapter Eight
Mack kept her for more than the night. He brought her into his room. The bed wasn’t anywhere near big enough for the two of them, so Belinda dug up the old sleeping bag and spread it on the floor next to Mack’s bed. Sarah settled down on it, still naked, still handcuffed, and wondering what Mack might have in mind for her. She found out some time very early that morning. It was still dark out when she awoke to find Mack on the opened sleeping bag next to her, running his hands all over her body as if he was trying to memorize it by touch. He poked, he prodded, he squeezed, he fondled, he caressed, and sometimes he pinched. Sarah began by enduring it, but soon became aroused. It was so dark that Mack was little more than a big, shadowy male shape handling her body however he
