Chapter 33

Grabbing his lined fist on the bed stirrup, he opened the handcuff and squeezed her ankle, incarcerating his leg in the open angle. Rob took the other ankle, took another handcuff and noticed that she was trying to decide if she should fight, or just remain open to him. She was also in the way he had seen in his fantasies from the moment they met, but this consisted of being real. possibly very real. The instinctive precision to be free caused Debby to start pulling the handcuffs that held his wrists, provoking metallic and uncomfortable sounds. Rob remained at the foot of the bed and silently watched her, waiting with all the patient in the world until she stopped and seemed in doubt between smiling or turning red with shame. Rob leaned back between his legs. Debby shuddered slightly at the sight, having him in front of her, with his legs spread, all open to him.

"You have a desirable cunt, Debby. Pink, beautiful, and hidden inside these tiny red curls. Rob touched his pubic