The real reason was that the stool was, for all practical purposes, a rack actuated by hidden machinery and fitted with a most ingenious arrangement of straps, the efficacy of which I looked forward to testing on Leah’s tender self. Porn my God!’ she moaned as I relaxed my clasp and leant back in my chair to enjoy the sight of her shamefaced distress. … To her relief, I dropped her skirts, pushed my chair back and rose. She trembled fearfully, her tremors giving me exquisite pleasure as I felt them shoot through her, and murmured beseechingly: ‘Please don’t, Deepak!’
I looked up into her flushed face, as I amorously pressed my cheek against the swell of her bosom: ‘Don’t you like it, Leah?’ I said maliciously, as I squeezed her still more closely against me. ——————
Now Further
During the ten minutes grace that
