Yet, it felt so strange. Her blood was thin and flowed freely. And then felt his fingertips on the knots gathered at her waist, carefully untangling them. They were lying on the bed, kissing and fondling each other while he looked at pictures in a photo album. This was something different. Her senses were alert to another prescense. The scene on the bed made my heart stop and my cock stiffen. A kneeling slave, trapped and captive, open and helpless to whatever attentions he might want to torment her with. Between the splayed cheeks of her athletic bum my inquiring fingers found the object of Roger's affection. And when, a few moments later, the hand pressed on the other thigh and parted her still more, and she felt the other rope being tied around her leg, she realized that she was being genly splayed.